Roll the dice, RichieKJ let the beat knockFirst we get the drop, then we light the block upHit em in the ***, they the same before the cops comeI put thirty in my Glock and put a hundred in my DragoMy young and kind of one, I flew a modern totem nail upTo get a nigga gone, I press a button like a remoteI give a nigga stitches, he a bitch, I call him LiloI don't *** with rappers, most of these bitch ass niggas two-facedTrappin', jackin', rappin', most of my niggas get it a few waysClappin' bout that action, ain't no tellin' who I'm gon' shoot todayMy house be full of ***in' killers, I ain't got no room to hangWhen I'm talking, they talking down, they want the enemyI got him smashed, but I ain't back, ain't got the energyHe smoked your dog, I ruled a check, we friends with benefitsGot a big bag, now she won't sign up for her chimneyYeahYeahOne kill, two kills, I can not feelThree kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pillsFive kills, six kills, I'm outside of your cribSeven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bagAt eighteen, I touched twenty racks, thought I was rich as ***Before nineteen, had a hundred racks, I had to put it upAfter I turned twenty, touched a quarter milI told mama, it's up at twenty-oneI touched a whole million, they thought I was bluffHalf a million worth of cars, and I got two-fifths I don't likeI go everywhere with my ***, now it's a real fight, tryin' to fightYeahI got a nigga touch a diamond, he get hit on with these riflesBut they got bad to get away, you still gon' die, this on the BibleYou know Fredo, that my brother, can't wait till he on your backKnown for runnin' niggas, that's like one hundred, send photocatsI can call the player up to scope, be thirty-quarter backI'm slidin' a bullet through Cadillac, kill him, trap me in the trackOne kill, two kills, I can not feelThree kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pillsFive kills, six kills, I'm outside of your cribSeven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bagOne kill, two kills, I can not feelThree kills, four kills, I'm off the pain pillsFive kills, six kills, I'm outside of your cribSeven, eight, the bed zones got a shakin' bagYou know Fredo, that my brother, can't wait till he on your backKnown for runnin' niggas, that's like one hundred, send photocatsI can call the player up to scope, be thirty-quarter backI'm slidin' a bullet through Cadillac, kill him, trap me in the trackBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrrBrr