Whatever whatever, is what it is

Everywhere I'm at you know I'm striz with that Syd

Yeah, cuz its a fridge where I live

Erybdykold

Outta ten niggas like seven of em fold

When the cops come rushin

They bag me I'm like call my lawyer, end of discussion

These faggots spilling beans like oil, tellin for nothing

You shouldn't sing for anything

You rat, we let that semi ring

On you, warned you, them boys come and swarmed you

A headshot will have your dome like Hey Arnold

Yeah, from where niggas will straight call you

If you ain't on point turn around, ball joint

In your face, that's the cake, nigga where the cash at?

This ain't got shit to do with Weezy when we ask that

Quit talking greezy, that four peezy, i'll blast that

(?), lay that ass flat

Cuz this the murder cappy where niggas is murder happy

But I ain't slippin (?)

How you want it youngin?