I tell my n***a stay dangerous, seen what he said online, then died outside, I don't know what the f*** he was thinkingI don't just *** my opps and songs, we patch it for real and we give out spankingsI'm from the family, better go on the drill, whack one, get paid like FranklinWe 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 itShot a s*** so many times, he knew he was dyin', fell s*** in the dray, couldn't take itMy opps think they killers, we get shot when we slide or graze himThese n***as do a little crime, they can't do the time, get caught, start tellin' who raised himThey hear you got a lil' body and ain't got a body, these f***s gon' praise himWe leave n***a fatal, soon as we spent this blockAnd jumped out the car, shots fired, he ran, we chase himSoon as we see a crowd, we blowin' it down, come through with switches and wave himI never squashed a beef with none of my opps, they f***, Lord knows I hate themLil' bro caught him, I heck, the one I want, the next time we catch on meBeen spendin' they s*** for hours, I'm startin' to get mad, I still ain't call me a BIt's like 3 a.m. and I'm searchin' for them with shotters inside my VTent is right, T-Red, and then we fled, kept shootin' his s*** until he come breatheSoon as I bounce, I would drape shootin' his face, he fall, I'm watchin' the weedsI don't know nothin' bout his pen, the opps put a B on my Glock, I walk up, squeezeWe caught his s***, tryin' to start up his cop, walked up, f***, dad holdin' his keysI know an opp tried to spin through the block, we shot up his cop, made him crash in the treesWe got some s*** that'll rip through a vest when we spin over west like they got overseasHe saw the flash from Drake and he couldn't get away, his b*** just said, then freezeThey ain't know it was who, when we came through shootin', used his shirt for a mask, if I am, I'd skiMy gunner got F's in school, but soon as he jumped in the streets, he caught him a BUh, uh, uh, we finna get up on himSoon as I got on feet, I blew my heat, shots fired, we creeped up on himCouldn't catch a rat, so his poet, that outside, got caught when we pulled up on himAll-black mask and an all-black hood, ain't knew it was me when I bounced out on himWe shot a s*** in the street, caught one to the knee, couldn't run, so we crawled to the cornerI don't even like his s***, she like my pick, I still have four of them bonerI don't even like the drink, I smoked that opp, so baby, I guess I'ma stone himWe hit a opp in his s***, but he still ain't s***, still left his s*** in the comaYou know, T-T-S-T-K, this my brother n***a, come k***e, brother n***a, I know thatGrrRa, ra, ra*