Put the [?] to his spleen

Flizzy tried to run off, he got hit in his back

223, a couple shottys, man, I dare you come get back

And that n***a still ain't slide, nah they rather hop on tracks

From the north to the south, n***a no I cannot lack

[?] gon lay him down

All my n***as carry rounds

Brodie feigning for a murder, might just make his momma frown

Shawty [?], tell brodie to cut it down

All my og's fucking crazy all you hear is them gun sounds

[?] was talking crazy man...