What, what, what, what, what, huh, huh, huh, huh, huhTell them quackers free, be cool about them cages till they let them freeMost hated in our city with them rats, bitch, we can go to warSoulful hate, we win in front of trenches, bitch, we really upThem quackers on our ass about some *, but we don't give a *Reborn them out that county, fighting cases, they can't even bearBro, no coming home, just tell them pussy quackers, let them freeI speed up in these cracker, man, these quackers, they not catching me3-9-8-2, hit me, this is scat pack in my windowsTennis cropped up in my city, keep them cleansingI don't go like Bibi, cleanse it, gotta fit this big obliqueShoot it till it's empty, I've been spending block like what the assAnd these niggas high and cut through with my chopper, me and WaffleTryna handle business, cleanse it, got no safety, I ain't fakingSend them up to Jesus, pity in that grass, niggaYou don't know what happened to the last, niggaYou don't know what happened to the last, niggaCaught him in his thongs, hit him wrong, now he a dead niggaTK Long's collapsed, but he had Frozone in that lead, niggaBibi tried to run, but he ain't fun without that lead, niggaTrey, they dropped the gun, they hit his head, they made his head biggerMookie on that E-Wade, he had crashed out in that lead, niggaAlways smoking dead, niggas, P4K a dead niggaCan't forget LaNuke and Case, Mike ain't dead, them boys had faced himShout out to them niggas who had made Lamar a crash shotAll my ass are dead, most of them had died off of a headshotJuju has a bag and got Kaposu with his ass hot