[verse]

Free my nigga knock knock he'll make ya block hot

Kuddo keep a thirty, he'll take you to the top shot

Juice keep a scope, he'll make ya fucking top hot

That mac, make him dance, have him skipping like hop scotch

All these niggas hating, they just mad, im a hot shot

Bullets lead this gun, they connect like hot spot

Tryna catch a body, ima ride on the opps block

Lacking with yo bitch, fuck around and get your thot shot

Gotta keep that pole on me, ain't no nigga roll on me

Sneak dissing on the pound, then bro'nem gon' leave ya cold homie

Let of hella rounds, come trhough make shit explode homie

God came and chose homie, someone should've told homie

Tired of these fuck niggas acting like they want war

Thirty shots ain't good enough, cause I think that they want more

Leave your ass left, if I catch you by that corner store

Show up to your fucking crib, bullets trhough ya front door

And im so fuck CMB, they know that this shit is real

All my niggas through throwing 3 for JoJoworld and aikivill

Niggas sends shots at my legs you ain't no killer lets be real

You gon have to send some more if you think thats gonna make me chill

Sending shots im bucking shit, FTO they ducking shit

They know my name I ain't no lame yeah I give em the flucksing shit

Catch me on the 9, with the 9, serving clucks and shit

Goofy you gon rob who? nigga you ain't touching shit

Gotta get my niggas on, niggas making diss songs

I am from the pound, you gon know it after this song

Lay you on the ground, we come through and your shit wrong

All I know is, street shit, so I can't make a hit song

All my niggas GDK yeah bitch we GDK

Niggas say they BDK now sends shots and he be erased

Hollows cook a nigga, serve a nigga like he on a plate

Shotgun shook a nigga blow that shit and watch his body shake

[outro]

These niggas they dont want war

Goofy niggas they dont want war