Ayy, ayy, ayy, we put the Drake up to yo face, I sent Lativo knock him out, I bet we put him in his place, Doin' it grace up in his house and we all posted with Ks, Let him play, I air him out, I just walked him down in my days, I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothas, We ain't worried bout the others, We see them niggas, they suffer, We back them up in the duffer, We dab him up, then we bust him, I bust my flip flops and fights cause I'm shootin', I'm never scum, When the murder come and meet you at your door, Here's me, bitch, AR-15 and they got a scope, With my ski, bitch, Big grape on the vine, Big load, We spittin' G-***, Take your dick so I don't get you killed, Then make a remix, Ask him, do he wanna slide tonight, If he don't, he gon' die tonight, Thousand dollar block, He's out in pipe, he know we grippin' tight, If the price is right, catch him off sight, Walk up and take his life, Told the officer, wipe the chalk off that his body laid that night, Campin' out in bushes and ditches, That's if I wanna miss it, By myself, I made the decision, Don't want no code of feelings, Catch a witness, catch a face shot, Don't need no reminiscin', Referencin' I'm face to face, Catch a case, then I'm not guilty I'm not guilty, I get rich or die tryin', I'm not filthy, I just *** a plug, bitch, now his watch missin', Time is money, n***a, we finessed the clock, bitch, I got shooters at the line, Call him Mike, big bitch, He playin' God, we spinnin' around, do a three-six, That's a X-box, you wear G-shock, Draco, Ryan shotgun, got the seat hot, Miami, I got heat, bitch, I'm Chris Bosh, 223, hit his feet, make him hop, scotch, You just served two n****s that look like Drake and Josh, No wonder why the police on your block hot, You got shot, let me shoot you in the same spot, I got money, but I'm still on the same block, Call the body and I still got the same block, Go dig it up, I bet it's still in the same spot, Yeah, and I'm still in the same spot, And I ride for my n****s, And I ride for my n****s, I die for my n****s, We like, *** them other n****s, Ayy, ayy, we put the Draco to your face, I send Lativo, knock him out, I bet we put him in his place, 20 grays up in his house, And we all posted with K's, Let him play, I air him out, I just walked him down in my chase, I'm still posted with cutters, I shoot at mamas and brothers, We ain't worried bout the others, We see them n****s, they suffer, We back them up in the door, But we tap him up, then we bust him, I rub my flip-flops and pipes, Cause I'm shooting, I'm never scum