[Verse]

Catch that top, yea, get that guap then

In the A I'm murda man, I'm sliding round' with Fox theen

Goons got that 300 blackout, he like dot let's block bend

Slide up on him, let off shots, he cold from that hot shit

My niggas gon' spin spin spin, till they nauseous

When you lack, bitch you die, move with precaution

In a scat with bug my nigga light, he on some off shit

Bitch this ain't no fucking vine, we put shit in a coffin

This bitch let me fuck, she like my swag and I got bands

All these niggas want me dead, so have that drac' there when I land

After shows they wanna link I'm with Q3 bitch, bring your friend

She know I know she a freak, let her eat the meat then a bitch slid

30 thousand, put that on yo mans, they gon' bring him in

Rap capping, niggas talking bout' some shit they never did

We bout' action, everytime they post up, bitch we went and slid

He clout rapping, we gon' make his ass pay for what he said

Robin jeans came with the wings bitch, I paid 1200 for the pants

Talking bout' head tops, I'ma take it there let the switch off nigga dance

Oh he out his top on clubhouse, I pulled up nigga ran

Bitch we catch bodies for a living ain't shit silly nigga we ain't playing

Ay, I might blow through 50k, come through with that dirty drac'

Marco Polo niggas hide, bring yo' ass outside and play

What you did when uh-uh died, nah, I ain't gon' say his name

Say you smoke my brother, bronem let that cutta' bust his brain

All these bitches fuck for fame, all these bitches know my name

Talking get your partner hit, bro spinning shit like hurricane

Bend that bitch and hit that switch, he fall then it's a dirty game

RW Ku I'm bloody bitch these fuck niggas know I bang that gang

Pick him up that nigga falling, he got hit with blicks

Bronem tryna hit the plug, say he got bout' fifty bricks

Coming out that club nigga, we gon' let them fifties hit

Crack got hit all in his face, call that nigga 50 Cent

We gon' show no love, pullin' up let them semis hit

30 ball a dub, them young Ku's come through wrecking shit

No I'm not yo' cuz, bitch I'm blood so correct that shit

Uhh, wanna be down for them, fuck it, bronem stretch the bitch

Outta my mind, nigga cross that line then he gon' meet death and shit

He, ain't got time, nigga blowed that iron at shh he felt the shit

Pulled out racks and melt the bitch, I be on some selfish shit

Let me in that pussy bitch you bet' not let no goofy hit

Ay, we love stamping shit, I be fresh like peppermint

It ain't about that money, bitch don't call it's irrelevant

Damn, we just smoked yo' dawg, now that nigga heaven sent

Choppa hit his head he fall, nigga lost all 7 sense

Skirted off, that nigga hit, got the rod out tryna bait a fish

Chase a nigga down then we get it lit, drop a murda bag, these all blicks

Broke ass nigga don't call shit, bend they block with all dicks

Switches up on everything so ain't no way we all miss

Smoking dead opps, I do that often

Tryna pass this grabba back, this new pack got me coughing

Said he did what to who, shit that's when he lost me

How you smoking Ralo when we put Mitch in a coffin

Fuck it, get a nigga bought then, 30 on me when I walked in

Dead nigga round we gon' bang that heat

Homicide, bring that chalk in

Shoot a opp nigga right in his teeth, bet a fuck nigga won't talk then

All you bitch ass niggas want beef, fuck it make that call then

[Outro]

Nigga know I'm gang gang to the death man

I don't give a fuck what a nigga talking about

We gon' come, we gon' come, we gon' come again nigga (SRT on every Glock)

Glah, nigga, can't run from a drac', boa (SRT on every Glock)