[Intro]

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aaaayyee, aye (aye, aye)

On foenem grave, heh heh (heh heh)

You already know how this shit go (yeah, yeah)

Back the fuck up (yeah, aye, aye)

Got my blick on me, got my stick on me (Scrapp Gang)

Don't get blicked homie (Scrapp Gang x6, aye)

Aye, look

[Verse]

I done see niggas get smoked for some shit he said 'bout a year ago

First shot hit his head, he was already dead fo' he hit the flo'

We got Glocks, hella mops

We be on the block with about 10 of those

You can pop if you flop

Imma shoot this Glock and knock out yo inner soul, aye aye

Imma just turn up my gangster on niggas

I'm tired of keeping it cool with these niggas

He got in the jam and told on his niggas

So tell me, how is you cool with that nigga?

You say that you gang, and you out there with gang

You an outstanding member, so move with a blicka

Caught him lackin', shot his ass in the liver

He had his ratchet, but you gotta be quicker

I come from the trenches, we jump out the bushes

We hop over fences, I pop out that cut and we got them extensions

My mind is on business, we won't leave no witness

Aye, I get to waving that bitch

I'm shootin' everything like I ain't got no aim

My niggas shootin' from across the 3

You niggas ain't got no gang

And Imma keep shootin', till you niggas ain't got no pain

No Imma keep shootin', till you niggas ain't got no gang

He ain't really tough, he just act hood

Roll his ass up in a backwood

If the Glock don't do it, the MAC would

We don't shoot one nigga, we clap hoods

I remember I ain't have Ms back then

Now I'm gettin' money from the back ends

I remember I ain't have friends back then

Now niggas comin' from the back end

I catch anybody, I'm catchin' a body

And that go for everybody

We be out ridin', lookin' for targets

We might show up at the party

We got them drums and sticks with us

We don't play ball, we done caught it

I keep my heater on me, that bitch near to my reach

So be careful like Cardi

Shorty said she got a baby by me

I told that bitch to call Maury

And relationships, shit it ain't for me

But I fuck that bitch like it's for me

I stick with the left, keep my heat on my right

Nigga you could get left if you ain't comin' right

Then I skrt off and leave yo ass left at the light

That's a DOA, I left him dead on the ride

If we find out where you hangin' at

You know we shootin' there, we don't care who is there

My trunk is small, but it can fit you in there

We just want all the smoke cause we used to that, nigga

All of that hostility that you got, nigga

Utilize it on your opps

You think you tough cause you fresh out

You the niggas that get shot

Imma keep shootin' till the car stop

No Imma keep shootin' till his heart stop

Naw I'll keep the car parked

Imma run up on a nigga, put shots all in his car heart

I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar

Hellcat flexin' on a muthafuckin' cop car

Bullets got rained, shoot him dead in his head

Left the pussy nigga dead from far far

[Outro]

Aaaayyee, aye (On foenem grave)

On foenem grave (You already know how this shit go)

Don't touch me, you hear me

Don't even look at me

Back the fuck up

All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas

Aye, aye, aye