[Intro]

Niggas know they ain't standin' a chance with us, nigga

We the fucking mob, nigga

Yeah

[Verse]

When we bounce out them cars niggas go to ducking quick

You can run faster than a fuck, but you can't duck a switch

Fuck the opps, we bend they block screaming "Suck a dick"

Auntie shop, I got drop, she need another fix

Broski whacked [?] and bounced back out in another whip

He thought he was low with that hoe, shot him through the tint

Is it a crime for me to get fly? Spend your rent money just to get high

Bitch said she sick of my shit, I told the bitch "Bye"

Once you go over you stuck, we don't switch sides

You thought that them niggas was up, you tried to dickride

Brodie pop a Perc' and get stuck, it's a lot on his mind

He 5'7, ride with a pistol, and that bitch his size

I go to war with any nigga, I bring it right to yo' momma step

I put twenty on his head, I'm like "Why the fuck y'all ain't drop him yet?"

They like "Papi, he been hiding, the only reason we ain't got him yet"

And when you see him run his ass down, 'til he run out of breath

Bro ain't got no license, but drive the whip like he made for it

Icy as a bitch with two cubans, but he ain't pay for 'em

We get the drop on one of they cribs, and sit and wait for 'em

Bro like a lion on the loose, and you look like steak for him

Long range, brodie like to do his stain, he got great form

I ain't leavin' none of the bros behind, I'ma wait for 'em

We ain't had no wheel to do the drill, we used the skateboard

The opps don't be outside they store, it ain't safe for 'em

About my brother I'ma do twenty-five to life two times

He ain't gotta swing it, I'm shooting my shit a few times

Tell a bold face lie, [?], you committing true crimes

Told Neph "We gon' be rich as a bitch and do time"

Nigga I talk for the trenches

Walk with the hawk, shit get vicious

Up, let it spark, it hit different

A gut shot blew out his appendix

Niggas act like they ain't started when they see how we gon' finish

Nigga I ain't making diss songs, we got enough chops to get your strip gone

I'm banging out broad day, clearing shit

He ran his lip to a bitch, must have thought I wouldn't hear this shit

Bitch, I'm really him, I'm not them, watch who you dealing with

Percs got me seeing funny shit

They hit him in his leg, he can't run again

Ain't no rules, caught him while he had his son with him

He should've had his gun with him

Drac' took his face, he did a hundred flips

Bro don't give a fuck about a rap song, he tryna gun some shit

I don't bring bros to the booth 'cause they might rob the rappers

I don't give a fuck about it if he want a problem after

Nigga this how we coming

Brodie gon' take it if he see something

He forgetful, he always tryna leave something

You'll be on the ground bleeding out your ass

Your man ran, took flight, you got left for dead

They like "Papi, why you so vicious?"

Skinny, and I'm yellow, I ain't takin' shit from no nigga

Been that same way since a baby

God or Allah couldn't save you

Paramedics tryna scoop his brain fragments off the pavement

Middle of the winter, we gon' bounce out blazin'

We ain't walk stages, we put niggas on pages

Pull up to the opp block, tryna see how good my aim is

We only came to take a soul, you gon' die with your chain with you

Rumor has it your cousin and brother got hit with the same pistol

You can diss us all you want, you still gon' wake up to the same issues