[Verse]

Heard they was seeking so i'm outside

Yeah, i bet they remember

Got me on hots like they don't know my temper

Like, why would i beef with beginners

I ain't gon lie, brodie was fried (Damn) and i was of off the liquor

Visions is blurry two hands on the chop

Like, tryna focus and hit him

He tried to run and got hit in his back (Like, y'all remember that?)

Too keep it a buck he was runnin' fast

Damn, gang almost seen me do bad

First shot sent, and y'all missed

But this checker put him on his ass

Thought i was trippin' till he collapsed

But he dead ain't no coming back

Oh he Jet? untill it crash, screaming Ewok thеy know i'm the Makk

And Sebba still wanted attack

Opps all jokеs still ain't make us laugh

Tryna catch- i need a lil-

Like tryna catch i really got that closure

Fuck low range i gotta get up closer

Give him shots no emotion

[Verse2]

Tryna get in my mood like fuck the discussions

When they gon throw like i'm tired of the bluffin'

Big 48, yellin' "What's Gunnin" once he reply get to up it and pop it

Oh he tough on the net? in person runnin"

We ain't playin" no Limbo why the fuck was he duckin'

Where was all of that chattin', talkin', mumblin'

Opps see me ain't say about nothing

Opps see me start duckin' they Taco

Gun smoke, like pass me the fronto

Thought i was gunnin' but i'm not though

The finesse got me yellin' "We got one"

Back in the hood still duckin' indictments

Tough on the net, like lay off the typin'

Like, still free [?] sendin' kites in

Stab him, shoot him like fuck all the fighting