Ra, ra, ra, ra, yeah, man, dead ass, man, dead ass in this wood, a whole lot of dead
niggas in this, you hear me?
Yeah, get back, gang, serious, you hear me?
Yeah, 91 days on the dot, they got a phone right up, can't get that back, nigga, ra,
ra, face shot, face shot.
They left Buddy dead as *, caught him walking out the house, thought it was time out.
Blacks did on 10, slow he ran, they got tired out.
J-Bone making songs like he ain't Vegas, trying to hide out.
All that fly cake, now your brother really fly now.
Y'all got the Vermont security safety a couple times now.
Said he smoking choke, all chump dead with his spine now.
The hell the niggas making this song, somebody lying out.
The G's so dry, these suckers dying where they hide out.
Ain't no play, bang three games, bitch, I am not leaked.
I'm so night, girl, I banged Kelly, went to Bear Creek.
Chop a pop, suckers, and touch kids, call it Trey B.
I ain't never had to rape no bitch, they had to pay me.
Top-notch bitch was a fan, turn the groove.
He won't tell you his mama dying, how he got jewelry.
A rapper got caught, and he yelling, don't do me.
I'm tired of all these lying these bitch niggas been doing.
Ayy, the homie died in the hood, that's how it's supposed to be.
Niggas claiming 2-1 like Cudi noticed me.
Every time we caught a sucker, they was out of bounds.
J-Bone making *** songs, but shoot him out of town.
Osama really died in rap, blood y'all still dripping?
24 hours and lost two, this * hit different.
Y'all ain't shooting in the gale, something ain't adding up.
Your homies dying back to back.
Y'all had enough?
Roll the slope, roll the E, roll the chub.
I'm bouncing out on feet, guarantee they gon' get touched.
Ayy, ayy, catch a sucker, let him have it.
Any nigga posting N-word, really a faggot.
Ass jog, hard AC leak, what happened?
Y'all saying * the West, now y'all cool, what happened?
Any niggas saying * us, let him have it.
I'm sending shots at any bar, ain't going out like Adam.
Yeah, yeah, niggas rap good, but they be capping.
I really got beats to my name, you better ask him.
Crash niggas dying for they ever.
See a capping gal, free boy, every time he see him, he gon' pack him out.
Jock, you a bitch, you got strip, and Donnie walked it out.
Reed, Dougie, J-Mo on the phone, tryna talk it out.
And every nigga they think Ben's caught, I done walked it out.
And every nigga they think Ben's caught, I done walked him down.
Yeah, we back on that, nigga, we been on that, man.
You know, fresh off that Wally, tryna catch a motherfuckin' B.
Nigga thirsty for a B, nigga.
Top hat, young top hat, you know.
Yeah, free the threes, man, we back on that.
I said, nigga, we been on that.
Yeah, it's the step on it, nigga.
Yeah.