We gon' make him bleed, w-walkin' wit' my team

I'm at not gonna talk, yeah, I'm 'bouta make a scene

We gon' make him bleed, *Popping noises* wit' my team

I'm not gonna talk, yeah, –make a scene

(Ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh)

(Eh-eh) Tryna talk tough but your not, bruh

I-I got crusey in da back wit' a choppa

Blowin' it-blowin' it back, you can't beg n-n-no more

Ain't dat boy de-e-ead, one shot, do I need more? (Quack)

We gon' make him bleed, wa-walkin' wit' my team

I-I'm not gonna talk it out, yeah, I'm 'bouta make a scene

We gon' make him bleed, *Popping noises* wit' my team

I-I'm not gonna talk it ou-o-out, –make a scene

W-w-we gon' let him bleed-leed, I can't let 'em go

Why you lyin' through your teeth? Bitch, we aimin' for his throat

Why you talkin' through the screen? You a fan, hold up

I-I can't ever let it go, bi-bitch, I walk out with my pole

We gon' let him bleed-leed, I can't let 'em go

Why you lyin' through your teeth? Bitch, we aimin' for his throat

Why you talkin' through the screen? You a fan, hold up

I-I can't ever let it go, bi-bitch, I walk out with my pole

(Po-po-po) I-I can't go the same, f-f-fill him up wit' lead (Yuh)

Leave yo brotha dead, fill dat pussy up wit' lead (Yuh)

Why they always mad, bitch, I let 'em point (Yuh)

I didn-I didn't like his face, bitch, we empty out the mag

I-I don't wanna talk down, pussy, you get shot dead

W-why they on my cock now, bitch, I'm kinda beasted

I can't hear a fuckin' sound, it's a mismatch-match

Why these pussies sound like clowns? I don't get that

Y-y-yeah, yo shit so trash, I can't ever like

W-w-walkin' wit' a bag, bitch, I hurdle sacks

B-b-bitch, we empty out the mag, put him in a pack

First round another stack, swear my pockets fat

Ye-yeah, it's bad to them finish it, ba-bad to let them hit shit

W-w-why they talkin' on my name or I won't take it

Y-y-yeah, they got me sippin' heart, smokin' favorites

Talk down on my bro (Ruh), we won't let it go (Ouh)

Cashed a fat check, you already know

We gon' make him bleed, w-walkin' wit' my team

I'm not gonna talk it out, yeah, I'm 'bouta make a scene

(Eh-eh) Tryna talk tough but your not, bruh

I got crusey in da back wit' a choppa

Blowin' it-blowin' it back, you can't get n-n-no more

Ain't dat boy de-e-ead, one shot, do I need more? (Quack)

(Eh-eh) Tryna talk tough but your not, bruh

I-I got crusey in da back wit' a choppa

Blowin' it-blowin' it back, you can't beg n-n-no more

Ain't dat boy de-e-ead, one shot, do I need more? (Quack)

We gon' make him bleed, wa-walkin' wit' my team

I-I'm not gonna talk it out, yeah, I'm 'bouta make a scene

We gon' make him bleed, *Popping noises* wit' my team

I-I'm not gonna talk it ou-o-out, –make a scene

Ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh