VERSE:

My youngins they kill shit

Like they gone off a trippy stick

30 shots in the 40 bro

Ridin round wit that rubber grip

Niggas dyin out here fast

I'm in the cut and i'm throwin shit

Fn's be foldin shit

I'm wit a hoe and shit loadin shit

Don't slip be focused bitch

They takin lives but we onto shit

Can't trust no bitch ether

She a set u up they cold as shit

Shoot a thot I don't give a fuck

She talk to feds i'll hit her up

I'm dumpin shit i'm dumpin shit

It a pick u up like trash trucks

Ridin round that 8 tucked

You fu fu u fruit boy

Talkin shit get ya grape bust

We shoot you fake boy

4 and a baby we need it baby

I bust it down and I scrape boy

Talkin crazy

Like m-80's we light shit and we make noise

These niggas rat's these nigga snakes

Can't fuck wit them cuz them niggas jakes

A1 since day 1 they tookin my sayin

Them niggas fake

Carter lane since day 98

Since huggies and hot fries

My bros they pop guys

And we bout the chicken like popeyes

My shooters they dot eyes and they cross t's they straight murk

Trap house near a trap house near a trap house movin straight work

In the game like bron james but i'm shootin shit like curry first

I ain't got no talk for niggas i walk through niggas like boss work

Yeah

I got a fetish for lettuce

Mac-11 wit a cooler u gone lose we can bet it

I got youngins on my block and they gone chop won't regret it

U could talk it like u walk it u get lit up wit 7

Ain't no talkin to me wrong I be trippin wit ratchetts

They don't want this kind of war cuz we be strapped wit vendetta

When u lose one of ya niggas u could feel like me nigga

I ain't worried bout a opp cuz i'm killin dem niggas

Catch em lackin on this block throw the steel to dat nigga

I be thinkin bout da bread I ain't feelin you niggas

And u know i'm from the lane baby

It ain't the same but u know it's wa gang baby ha ha