Count the dead guys

Look like Bed Stuy

This a red eye

They ain’t even outside

I don’t like how they actin’

I don’t like how they actin’

Tell a n**** get up in traffic

N**** they be rappin’

I’m in traffic trappin rappin’ plastic

Hop up out the cut

Late night I’mma let you have it

Sound like where the fucking concert

Without they fucking clapping

Tool on me in a trench coat

I look like GoGo Gadget

I just put a 50 on my glizzy

Don’t tote 44 magnum

I done put a switch not a 50 off automatic

N**** I ain’t ready for war

Matter of fact n*** I ain’t beefin’ with n**

I’d rather go fuck on his whore

(They doin bad, anyway)

N** ain’t know I ain’t flexin’

Ask about a n**** I’m steppn

YL like 6’2

But the f & n like 5’7

I go Sinclair before I go Giuseppe

I go lay down before I go to tellin

Box em up, send em to heaven

Rappin’ this brick like a present

Rappin’ the brick

Stampin the brick

N**** play round w this shit

Swear to god this over with

Hop out a n**** get hit

N**** be rapping

N** ain’t sliding

N** be clappin on shit

My n*** get active and shit

Fuckin this bitch her ass so fat

I fuck from the back, it sounds like I’m slapping the bitch

Ridin’ with scope sticks, beans and shits

I’m on some tactical shit

She tryna act mean but I know a bitch is extra and shit

She got on her knees so she find out I get racks and shit

I can’t fuck with the team cause it’s filled with rats and shit

Please don’t intervene, tryna come between my pack and shit

Pull up clear the scene, n*** make everybody go pat they shit

They know who I be Double SS, we gon’ smack the shit

Count the dead guys

Look like Bed Stuy

This a red eye

They ain’t even outside

I don’t like how they actin’

I don’t like how they actin’

Tell a n** get up in traffic