[Verse 1]

I Got this hellcat and I ain’t talking bout no GT

Pro shooter MVP since 2014

Burner on my waist I’m a doctor when they ping me

Nigga you ain’t hard and yo hood sound make belief

Southwest, but I’m good no matter where I be

Duffle bag a nigga , you know I had to put the fiends asleep

They killed ***** so when I see em Ima toast em

Campfire when I see em Ima roast em

My ex bitch was a goofy, it’s a movie

Niggas fight niggas over bitches I let this drum speak

Never been a shooter, why you talkin like you drill sum

Colt .45 granddaddy taught me how to spill sum

Gave that bitch dick and now she mad I won’t cuff her

Said she loved me, that bitch plotted on her brother

I don’t know who did it, suicide or it was murder

Broke inside the crib now that nigga forever slumbers

Loyal to my soil, know my roots never covered

Post on the block with a Glock, don’t come over

Bro think he hard, now he wrapped in white covers

Pulled up to the funeral condolences to his mother

Free Keese, till its backwards, nigga

Ten toes down ain’t no actors nigga

Southwest crip, bitch i do this for my brothers

Gang signs out the whip, face covered like a burglar

Money on the books I ain’t talking education

Caught a snitch lackin now he on his way to heaven

Bitches set you up, they killed ****** before he graduated

Lil ass goer, tried to fuck my stick need masturbation

A scholar in the streets, got a PhD in subdivision

Tool split a nigga 1/4 the way the hollows tipped him

Free Keese, you wasn’t at the court appearance

And I put that on my mama you niggas ****** like a codefendant