Take his fucking pole, beat him wit that bitch then dumb da clip

(Unidentified)

We rearrange his face with hollow tips

Yea we smoking on that miri, on the fence where his ass tripped

(Im tryna catcha lacka)

Hit him up like ace and make him flip

Bitch we drilling at yo chest we take

Them words right off his shirt

My Rappy M roy popping out and he gon leave you in the dirt

Theres a game we like to play we call it who can get him first

Call My brudda osama bet he gon hit you where it hurt

Man im tryna walk a goofy down and shoot them in thеy shit

Me n T 3 walkin down his block we come wit that Fo Nick

Rеcla told me watch my move now yo grave is where i piss

Ldot tweakin up on snap then had his brains on da cement

(HE GONE)

11 got hit up them bullets made him harlem shake

Miri got left on that fence i thought you always hadda drake

Man im tryna catch Jah 6 and leave his ass wit no escape

How u tryna hang wit gang then talk shit man fuck a fake

Me and my Dad with matching Glocks

We was toting on 3rd gens

Dre ass sit up in a pack, he got hit with 3 times 10

Joseph Flexin' wit them ray bands send s shot right threw his lens

We the type to dig yo homie and make him die again

Take his fucking pole, beat him wit that bitch then dumb da clip

(Unidentified)

We rearrange his face with hollow tips

Yea we smoking on that miri, on the fence where his ass tripped

(Im tryna catcha lacka)

Hit him up like ace and make him flip