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 piss
Bad tweak instead of blickin', tryna disconfigure, jit
You would think I'm John Manning, I make them youngins send a blip
Here was all the overkill, youngin' just drips from where that switch on side
This house was 60p, special away and got me pissed
I'm blood and mane with this dick, it's in my name, bitch, I'm the grip
You gon' die for switchin' sides, you should've thought before you switched
This ghost time on 26th, damn, while all y'all members went
I shot that boy so many times, I know he feel like 50 cent
Nigga, know just how I get, don't try to swerve, shoot at your tit
Bitch, I'm a back, I got legit, my bitch put up my dirty stick
So 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 kiss
I'm ready to go to glitchin' on your block
This bitch from Brazil, but I'm part American, nigga, talk
Two minutes after I took a soul, I'm in the track, baggin' all rocks
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, then you're waggin' and flock
How about squeezin' what the rrrr, I got, let's be workin' out, yeah
How about squeezin' what the rrrr, I got, let's be workin' them all
In this flat with three straps, move on, you gon' take a knock
Can't wait to * over that boy, he get down, don't have to fly
Bring your scary ass outside, so far, come and shoot up your trap
I'm livin', comin' cause I got paper and I got body
In that water like a shark, lil' brother said I did him bad
He call this * to the heart, over his body, yeah, we marked
We turn his face to a low cut, we knock that boy by lock and park
Net to your trash in the dark, when he come out, he gon' get gassed
I'll pull him to his ass apart, my lady say ain't got no heart
I did that wrong from the start, walkin' through the heist with Cam
Bitch, she posted at the park, damn, I thought you was my nigga
I had your back from the start, you broke the code, * on rap
Now I don't need, want no part, you pitch outside, * on rap
Bitch, you know you dead wrong, when I see you, I'ma clap this bitch
And leave a bloody headstone behind my back, be talkin' down
But in my face, them niggas present, but I did ride in a snake
And I leave your * on the pavement, Generation 3, Glock 21
This bitch ain't got no safety, nigga
I'm ready to go to glitchin' on your block
They be from Brazil, but I'm part American, nigga, talk
Two minutes after I took a soul, I'm in the track, baggin' all rocks
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, then you're waggin' flock
How about squeezin' what I got, let's be workin' out, yeah
How about squeezin' what I got, let's be workin' them all