[Intro]

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Yeah, Yeah, Hrrrrr

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[Verse]

Stick come out that wha- no

Jump out that car and go get that nigga

Everybody gettin' hit, shouldn’t been wit that nigga

Say, "Pap' fucked up in the head"

I beat you with that Glock and fuck up your head

They like, "Ah shit, he punchin' in"

He get to close we rushin’ him

We strapped, two chops, two F and Ns

These bitches work more than Mexicans

I stretch a slab and hit a split

I showed him magic did a trick

You know I'm ganster as it get

Still hang with Rollin' 60s Crip

We hit your face won't do attempts

Ask will he make it chance's slim

Bitch I'm Him Duncan at the rim

The dope hole jumpin' out the gym

I'm finna win a championship

Matte blue wrap vinyl round my whip

I put the drum on this swapped out the stick

Hopped out the car shot up his shit

They say I’m a cocky son of a bitch

I walk down on ya put the fire to your lip

I don’t fear the reaper at all

That nigga ain't even seen what I saw

I feel asleep with blood on the wall

And it wasn’t mine it was blood from my dawg

I still be havin' to double take

My momma say I got a troubled face

My grandma pray for me everyday

I know they wish I'd be scared straight

All I wan' do is go out like my dad

A legend the hood forever love

I ain’t never gone tell you what it never was

But I don't know them niggas ain't nun like us

They say I'm cut from a cloth they don't make

Broad day like put the rod to your face

Momma don't know I got raw at her place

Papi never worked a job but he straight

I don't know how to lie to you niggas

Speak on them boys im slidin' on niggas

I really don't give a fuck how you feel

Shoot you dead off not one kind of pill

I'll probably get high after it though

Once you leave don't walk back thru the doe

It ain't no back door on this house

You play with me I'll kill you where you stand

BK don't like loose ends

I don't shoot the shit I really shoot shit

I got gun powder on my hands

I'm prayin' to god the Ds don't grab me

I'm on the run like once again

I'm gettin' low them crackers can't nab me

BK hit a lick for 11K

I told the nigga we should buy eleven Ks

He said, "Lil cuz, why the fuck you so rowdy?"

He a cool killer that's what I love about him

Don't speak on them boys you don't know nun' bout 'em

We clear out blocks and blow down houses

Any nigga went to war with us in the city got whacked

Stop me when I'm lying these all facts

These niggas know how the fuck I'm coming

My momma say "Just chase the money"

I been robbed for most of the shit I love

I'll never let a nigga take nun' from me

It's deeper than sayin' long live dem boys

It's deeper than on the 'gram postin' pictures

I done jumped out cars broad day, chased niggas down tryna roast a nigga

I seen my dawg die in front of my face flatline, nigga I'm supposed to feel it

I know brodie kinda fucked up, 'cause when a nigga hit him he ain't know his killer

I left the hospital that night, I ain't go to sleep, nigga, 'til we went to get him

I'll never forget that day

Went straight to the attic to get my K

Long live dem boys scream that everyday

Got the blood of my brother all over my face

Got the heart of my daddy all in my body

Long live BG I feel like Gotti

I think I'm 5th when I'm in my Audi

He speak on Max we gon' do sum' bout it

Pull up like moody on you niggas

I might go horse when I'm in that Range

Long live dem boys, remember they name