I tell my n***a stay dangerous, seen what he said online, then died outside, I don't know what the f*** he was thinking
I don't just *** my opps and songs, we patch it for real and we give out spankings
I'm from the family, better go on the drill, whack one, get paid like Franklin
We boxin' in like he finna be takin', he thinkin', he gon' get away, chase him down by the gate, he don't fall, then we keep on chasin'
Chase him down this block, tryin' to dirty my Glock, his neighbors gon' think we racin'
Shot a s*** so many times for all his rhymes, his f***s ain't gon' make it
Shot a s*** so many times, he knew he was dyin', fell s*** in the dray, couldn't take it
My opps think they killers, we get shot when we slide or graze him
These n***as do a little crime, they can't do the time, get caught, start tellin' who raised him
They hear you got a lil' body and ain't got a body, these f***s gon' praise him
We leave n***a fatal, soon as we spent this block
And jumped out the car, shots fired, he ran, we chase him
Soon as we see a crowd, we blowin' it down, come through with switches and wave him
I never squashed a beef with none of my opps, they f***, Lord knows I hate them
Lil' bro caught him, I heck, the one I want, the next time we catch on me
Been spendin' they s*** for hours, I'm startin' to get mad, I still ain't call me a B
It's like 3 a.m. and I'm searchin' for them with shotters inside my V
Tent is right, T-Red, and then we fled, kept shootin' his s*** until he come breathe
Soon as I bounce, I would drape shootin' his face, he fall, I'm watchin' the weeds
I don't know nothin' bout his pen, the opps put a B on my Glock, I walk up, squeeze
We caught his s***, tryin' to start up his cop, walked up, f***, dad holdin' his keys
I know an opp tried to spin through the block, we shot up his cop, made him crash in the trees
We got some s*** that'll rip through a vest when we spin over west like they got overseas
He saw the flash from Drake and he couldn't get away, his b*** just said, then freeze
They ain't know it was who, when we came through shootin', used his shirt for a mask, if I am, I'd ski
My gunner got F's in school, but soon as he jumped in the streets, he caught him a B
Uh, uh, uh, we finna get up on him
Soon as I got on feet, I blew my heat, shots fired, we creeped up on him
Couldn't catch a rat, so his poet, that outside, got caught when we pulled up on him
All-black mask and an all-black hood, ain't knew it was me when I bounced out on him
We shot a s*** in the street, caught one to the knee, couldn't run, so we crawled to the corner
I don't even like his s***, she like my pick, I still have four of them boner
I don't even like the drink, I smoked that opp, so baby, I guess I'ma stone him
We hit a opp in his s***, but he still ain't s***, still left his s*** in the coma
You know, T-T-S-T-K, this my brother n***a, come k***e, brother n***a, I know that
Grr
Ra, ra, ra
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