[Intro: Li Rye]

(Mom, Lockdown in the studio again)

Big 26K shit, nigga

Big 2600 shit, nigga

BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherfucker)

Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp)

[Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 1: Li Rye]

I'm out in Cali clutchin' on a ghost Glock

And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don't gotta cock

Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block

That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, hе get his noodle knocked

Thеy took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood

I ain't never been scared of shit, in another nigga hood, I'm still good

This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin' wood

I'ma keep steppin' on these niggas until the day that I feel understood

[Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]

Blaow, tell the DA fuck the chair, sign a deal, it's off from here

I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear

Go and tell that boy don't play with me, I'ma spill his ass like beer

Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear

Call the doctor, call the feds, I don't care, still dead

I just seen somebody die, that shit been fuckin' with my head

They can shoot me in the eye, won't even think it make me cry

Slangin' fire while we outside, we get it poppin', 4 July

Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib

Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper

I don't care none 'bout no camera, with no mask, I go'n and stretch him

You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin' to the devil

Oh, bitch, you think a nigga sweet?

Don't get hit with heat

Sweep a nigga right up off his feet

Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me"

Really big up in the A, can't know where my baby sleep

[Chorus: Li Rye]

Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that

Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat

You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back

Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back

Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim

Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name

All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame

Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame