[Verse 1]

Look, There's nothing to talk about

But I'ma talk my shit, and burn this joint like I popped it out

Ohio really shoot to kill. city's like a slaughterhouse

My big homies in a wheelchair he ain't walking now

I made big trouble with someone, and we ain't talking now

Screw the money, I just want the loyalty we talked about

There is no other side it is only us

I get crossed eyed watching y'all switch up

(Bitch what)

Hopping out the wraith, that's the holy ghost

(Ready Go)

Blunt is in rotation I got vertigo

What the fuck they talking about

Like all I do is rock and roll

All I do is rock these shows, and break this tree down then I roll

Sometimes I nod off in this booth off thеse 10's though

Nowadays I gotta thank the Lord that I ain't dead though

Junior yеar they swooped up half the block, when the feds rolled

Fucked up that some of them won't get out until they kids old

You are not a boss until you boss up and put your friends on

We still in the field with four quarters, no endzone

Speakers in my door I pull up booming like I'm metro

Sleepy hallow cullinan I'm riding with the top gone

Sometimes I'm freestyling these verses off the head bro

Sometimes I don't wanna fuck, I only want the head though

Sometimes they don't wanna see you win unless it's them though

Where the fuck were they when I was shooting in the gym hoe

Everyday a movie, I wake up and put my lens on

Feeling like New York in winter, I got my timbs on

They can't look inside when I arrive, I got my tints on

I'm gonna sell a stadium in my city, got my prince on

Give me fifty feet, I need like fifty jeeps and then some

Just to show them they can make it out of where I come from

I made an agreement, because I disagreed with someone

I told the reaper wait until I leave the spot and then come

[Verse 2]

I pull out the fucking chop

Still screaming fuck the opps

When I catch them lacking

It’s gonna be a murder scene

He didn’t catch on to my scheme

So I left him there to bleed

And told the rest of my boys to leave

While I pull up a four, I hear they gun shots

So I had to grab my heat, and let it bop

They bodies drop - to the fucking floor

They get wet like a mop

Got a box of the chops, poles, and the sticks

And your bitch suck my dick

If you try to retaliate you gonna get hit