[Intro: EST SkiMike]

Ayy, who dat?

John Gotitt (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: EST SkiMike]

Yeah, what you know 'bout trappin' out them late nights?

What you know 'bout staking out on wolves and not the great whites?

I done been too deep inside of shit where I couldn't think right

Bullets numb my body, I don't feel nun'

Bullets hit your partner, why you leave him? Still ain't killed nothing

Laid up in the hospital, a couple niggas kill for me

Niggas mention me, you really informants

Crazy to think them niggas been our factors

Ain't try to hit on none of them niggas backwards

Suppliers, they ain't have it

Been balling a whole season, niggas balled out for a quarter

Can't bite the hand that feeds you when my hands gave you the Porsche

Hard head, but my money long, call me once he dead

And nod your head, so I know buddy gone

Duckin' feds, can't duck that sled that sent your buddy home

Made a nigga rich, just off a flip phone

Niggas can't compete, get out the streets, ain't touched a hunnid long

Nah, I ain't never scared, my mama knew I been a demon

We can take it there, don't do no evil

Know my peoples ain't gon' make it fair

They ain't killing teddy bear, nah, I ain't never scared

Nah, I ain't never scared

My mama knew I been a demon, we can take it there

[Verse 2: EST Gee]

I'm tryna' make it hurt

I should sell some shirts 'cause all my murders merch

Young and turnt, fifty five and I throw C's for John Kirk

He kept it real later but lied at first, I told him, ''Find dirt''

Or find a church, might not stay alive, when that iron burst

My eyes hurt, stalking these lil' niggas from a finsta

Guess I scared them niggas, blocked me from they stories and pictures

And you know what's the issue, I ain't gettin' into that with you

I'm tryna' make it tense you, I can't sit and think about who diss who

I'm a real street nigga, these artists is artificial

And it's up with whoever, ain't no pick and choose to pick through

And your lil' bro want rap, and mine want bodies on his pistol

And know if I don't catch you, it's gon' fall back on your nephew

Fast, put that switchy on his ass like he broke curfew

Crash, brains all over the dash, them 7.62s

And I ain't never hate or emulate, some shit a bitch do

I heard he had a buzz, caught him, knocked out his potential, nigga

[Outro: EST Gee]

You know how a nigga be buzzin' a little bit?

Nigga be gettin' a little bit of attention and shit, then he die

There a lot of that goin' on

Snake pit, don't get yo' face hit

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