I heard you wanna kill me, nigga, I ain't scared of *When I come through, better get low, nigga, I ain't got no pissBad tweak instead of blickin', tryna disconfigure, jitYou would think I'm John Manning, I make them youngins send a blipHere was all the overkill, youngin' just drips from where that switch on sideThis house was 60p, special away and got me pissedI'm blood and mane with this dick, it's in my name, bitch, I'm the gripYou gon' die for switchin' sides, you should've thought before you switchedThis ghost time on 26th, damn, while all y'all members wentI shot that boy so many times, I know he feel like 50 centNigga, know just how I get, don't try to swerve, shoot at your titBitch, I'm a back, I got legit, my bitch put up my dirty stickSo many deals, mama re-ridge, why you think I'm so arrogant?My baby fed, my brothers lit, no group, the hoe can't get no kissI'm ready to go to glitchin' on your blockThis bitch from Brazil, but I'm part American, nigga, talkTwo minutes after I took a soul, I'm in the track, baggin' all rocksIf you ain't gang, you can't hang, then you're waggin' and flockHow about squeezin' what the rrrr, I got, let's be workin' out, yeahHow about squeezin' what the rrrr, I got, let's be workin' them allIn this flat with three straps, move on, you gon' take a knockCan't wait to * over that boy, he get down, don't have to flyBring your scary ass outside, so far, come and shoot up your trapI'm livin', comin' cause I got paper and I got bodyIn that water like a shark, lil' brother said I did him badHe call this * to the heart, over his body, yeah, we markedWe turn his face to a low cut, we knock that boy by lock and parkNet to your trash in the dark, when he come out, he gon' get gassedI'll pull him to his ass apart, my lady say ain't got no heartI did that wrong from the start, walkin' through the heist with CamBitch, she posted at the park, damn, I thought you was my niggaI had your back from the start, you broke the code, * on rapNow I don't need, want no part, you pitch outside, * on rapBitch, you know you dead wrong, when I see you, I'ma clap this bitchAnd leave a bloody headstone behind my back, be talkin' downBut in my face, them niggas present, but I did ride in a snakeAnd I leave your * on the pavement, Generation 3, Glock 21This bitch ain't got no safety, niggaI'm ready to go to glitchin' on your blockThey be from Brazil, but I'm part American, nigga, talkTwo minutes after I took a soul, I'm in the track, baggin' all rocksIf you ain't gang, you can't hang, then you're waggin' flockHow about squeezin' what I got, let's be workin' out, yeahHow about squeezin' what I got, let's be workin' them all