[Intro]
Grrah, like, damn
Grrah, grrah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Grrah
[Verse 1]
Talkin’ hot, you better not do that
Like, you not a ’ooter, boy, you need to chill
I lost my brother, you never been through that
You can get signed if you not from the Hill
Spin through, I’ma hang out the whip
I shoot, bro got the wheel
Spin the block while I’m smokin’ on Chill
Like, you can get popped like a pill
Die 40, y’all lil’ niggas kids
I see Spongy, he not gonna live
If I throw five, Ray throw six, like, damn
I’m a G put an O in his wig
Black truck, we gon’ slide where he live
Lotti boppin’, I’m punchin’ my hip
He tried to run, he tripped
LayDotty, he was runnin’ and shit
Kar pussy, he runnin’ his lips
If you run into me, I’ma empty the clip
And I move, I don’t wanna play
Papers, grabba, roll up Blay
He got shot, he was walkin’ away
Fuck it, bet he ain’t walkin’ the same
[Chorus]
I’m the shit, know you heard of me
Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
Catch a body, that’s third degree
I can’t wait ‘til I run into Murda B
Grrah, grrah, grrah
I’m the shit, know you heard of me
Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
Catch a body, that’s third degree
I can’t wait ’til I run into—
[Verse 2]
No snakes, I keep the grass
Spin the two, I’m smokin’ on Matt
Yus Gz got shot in his ass
He got shot by a cop, brand new pack
Roll some Marky ’cause I smoke from the least
Bitch, I feel like Dwayne from the Heat
I wanna see all my real niggas eat
What you say? I got on my feet
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’m the shit, know you heard of me
Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
I catch a body, that’s third degree
I can’t wait ‘til I run into Murda B
Bitch, I’m the shit, know you heard of me
Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
Catch a body, that’s third degree
I can’t wait ’til I run into—
[Verse 3]
Buy a bag for my bitch I’m not cheap
Try to run, you got shot in your feet
Three opps got shot in a week
Leroy, Gatti, Beanz, like—
Pop a thirty, on bro, I’ma tweak
Like a nerd, I’m ‘bout to geek
No face, no case, bitch, I got a ski
No fee, she suckin’ for free
Maybe not for you, but she do it for me
Ridin’ dirty, I stay with my gleesh
Lay, Nazzy, Rippy, like, all of them niggas deceased
Everything dead, I don’t wanna see peace
Mama built, she right in my spleen
I cannot wait ‘til you run into me
Just scored three, got me feelin’ like Jordan
Smokin’ Dummy, this shit kinda borin’
One of my opps got shot in the crib
He was sleepin’, nigga was snorin’
Parlay, can’t see the mornin’
41K, bitch, that shit was a warnin’
Like, damn, like, damn
[Chorus]
I’m the shit, know you heard of me
Stay with my gun, you can’t murder me
Catch a body, that’s third degree
I cannot wait ’til I run into Murda B
[Verse 4]
Who you touchin’? No one
Get to dumpin’, y’all lil’ niggas done
Got a beam on my gun, fast feet, I make ‘em run
Don’t play me, I got the blick, get to shootin’ like we takin’ flicks
Outside of my cell with my buzz, they know that I fuck with my Crips
Like, never lackin’, I stay with my stick
She a thottie, she let me hit
I don’t gotta trip, she ain’t my bitch
Enough with the talkin’, just give me the lips
Like, damn