Let's not stray from the fact they not certified

Catch a brim in the spot he feel mortified

Got a knot on the head for the spicy talk

They not beefin' with Homi they terrified look

Two three shots let that blow

Got more knocks, I might go broke

These niggas don't put in no work that's on folk

Heard these niggas is cappin' 'bout shit they don't tote

I'm rappin', no cappin' ya niggas is jokes

If you spin through G than you finna get poked

Niggas jack beef than we scrappin'

No relaxin', pistol packin'

If he step outta line than we whack 'em

Niggas jack GDK for the fashion

If he droppin' the rakes it get tragic

Niggas chattin', it's all games till I spin with the rachеt

Copped a grip but got no one to match it

Niggas lackin', bullets rеadin' ya mind telepathic

Talkin' hot don't get caught up in traffic

Niggas fiendin' but don't want the static

Two deep and we causin' some havoc

Boy you pussy you weak you a maggot

Not to mention these niggas is faggots

Gang, all black fit, slutch that grip

Gang with me so I won't slip

They talkin' 'bout gang like we ain't with the shits

When I see 'em on my bro, bitch, I'm dumpin' a clip

Fuck what you jack

Still ain't get back

Big EBK bitch I'm heavy on that

Ain't doin' no addin' we only subtract

Gang, gang, ya keep rappin' 'bout love and these bitches

While I'm stuck to my road to the riches

I keep tellin' ya snitches get stitches

I catch me a rat he get put in them ditches

Had enough I'm just countin' my digits

Run up a hit than I'm out in a civic

They touch money than start actin' different

Stop actin' slick see the hate that they givin'

Ain't no stoppin' the way that I'm livin'

Smokin' on opps and that shit keep on hittin'

Niggas mad at the shit that I'm spittin'

Suck my whole dick give a fuck if you dissin'

On a spree so you know I ain't missin'

Droppin' more bodies to teach em a lesson'

I got grips and I'm really aggressive hop out the cut see

The change in expression, yeah, I ride with the glee

Homi the G

Ya not fuckin' with me

Opp niggas talkin' not fast on they feet

Man I'm bustin' these triggers don't care if I cheat

Niggas want war, promise you not gon' want more

Touch one of mine and we takin' like four

Three-fifty-seven's go straight through the door

Now that boy leakin' he dead on the floor

What? Clutch it, dump it

We spin through gang gon' rush it

We bang it no discussions

Don't come dolo walk in caution

My demons shoot the function

Talk all big get tossed in Hudson

Dead opps they keep on bussin'

See my grip don't push my buttons