Lyrics
(Hold up, this Krafty Beat?)
They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ, run it back
2020 straight choppas, I ain't fuckin' wit that strap
He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his fuckin' hat
Watch his mans cry about it, tell his ass laugh at that
If I jump out on yo' ass, ain't no change in bussing back
All that superman shit, get yo' ass put on yo' back
Niggas never had a pole but he screamin' he don't lack
Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where y'all at
Four deep in this rental heel, nah, this ain't no splat
We tryna watch this nigga die in a few days, we double back
Bronem tryna go and spin, he hit my line like, "Where you at?"
They on the block right now, so let's go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that shit, 'cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon' fuckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit
Fuck that nigga 'cause he dead so carry on wit' that shit
Bitch, I do my own work so on my own, I'll blitz
Niggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps
Hit them licks then the head once he drop, don't stop
.30 clip on this glizzy, .50 on the AR
In a Hemi wit' a semi tryna catch me a opp
Baby Ralo wit' the stick and I like jumpin' out the car
'Cause I'll chase yo' ass down and put nine in yo' top
I'm a fuckin' state champ, so yo' ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me fuck
I get silly off that Henny tryna fuck a nigga up
I got my niggas in this bitch, so boy, it ain't no one on one
Don't let me get outside the club murder one, somebody done
Get to bangin' at the crowd and watch everybody run
Got a choppa in the car, I ain't bring this bitch for nun
And if I go in the back seat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun
I'on really like to rap 'cause I put drillin' number one
You better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun
You a bitch and you know it and yo' partner is too
New opp pack in the air, but niggas dyin' ain't nun new
38 in the club, you better not scuff my fuckin' shoes
Or spill a drink on my clothes, bitch 'cause everything new
Stripper bitch on that pole, bring her home, I want it too
Quick 30 wit' no Perc, you match it what the weed do
He rap that shit wit' them guys then he gettin' banged too
50 round on the stick, show you what that thing do
Bruh been actin' like he on it, we gon' crack his brain too
Don't come outside, his bitch-ass died and the guys blame you
You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through
So we can park the fuckin' car, go to yo' hood and swang too
Run a opp nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe
Wit' the gang choppa bang bitch, we aim when we shoot
Mask on gloves tight when I'm flamin' at you
We'll never leave a witness, bitch, we stain in them too
