[Intro: G Herbo]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget—
[Verse 1]
Back in that lab and you know how I get, like a fat bitch who lost weight, get stretched
Smoke that nigga, he in my ashtray, bitch you know I'ma move like Fez
Two different strips in my pocket
One for the presi's, next one's lookin' for fent
Dumb nigga owe me money, I turn to Ditkovich, nigga, where my rеnt? (Rent!)
If she pull out a camera, bеst believe that a nigga finna turn it to Vigil (Malbodan haengdong-iji)
Your homie is the back door, would've thought I was Cav' how he get me info (Where are they?)
She left Airpods up in his V' so we finna track his shit like Deimos (You can run)
Heard that nigga was DL, you know I had to make some bars 'bout Rainbow (But you can't hide)
[Chorus]
Said he the best, he lied
Said he rap better than me, he fried
He was just fuckin' around, he tried
He was just fuckin' around but he found out
I hate you nigga, let's die
Bitch I'm the truth, ain't no need to lie
Nigga you bitch and so is your guys
Gun made him lock up, dumb little niggas tapped out
[Verse 2]
Bitch if it's up then it's stuck like a paraplegic, ain't nothin' to say
Man, free all my hounds in a cage
Chains on my neck, would've thought I'm a slave
I let him run and think he got away
Then I said— (Get over here!), ended up meltin' his face
Bitch I been movin' like Scorpion
Won't see me there if I can't bring the .40 in
Brodie be movin' like Pablo and no I ain't talkin' about the backyardigan
She told me slap it all over her tongue and the way that she stickin' it out, she look like the pink cardigan
Know that I'm totin' my gun, better figure it out, 'cause you know I ain't doin' no bargainin'
Choppa got trauma that is lettin' out and I feel like Shang Tsung 'cause your soul I'ma borrow it
Relapse, fuck the sober, crank his head back like Soulja
Big bro told me keep composure, till I'm like Drake, and this shit over
He ain't real, his ass a poser, type of shit leave his ass on a poster
Nigga I rap 'cause I'm hungry, give a fuck about exposure
[Chorus]
Said he the best, he lied
Said he rap better than me, he fried
He was just fuckin' around, he tried
He was just fuckin' around but he found out
I hate you nigga, let's die
Bitch I'm the truth, ain't no need to lie
Nigga you bitch and so is your guys
Gun made him lock up, dumb little niggas tapped out
Said he the best, he lied
Said he rap better than me, he fried
He was just fuckin' around, he tried
He was just fuckin' around but he found out
I hate you nigga, let's die
Bitch I'm the truth, ain't no need to lie
Nigga you bitch and so is your guys
Gun made him lock up, dumb little niggas tapped out
[Outro]
One more cup, I'ma black out
I don't want that lil' hoe, she track out
Fuckin' her raw but still I'ma smack down
I feel like some teeth with the way, I got plaques now
He steppin' up but I make his ass back down
He ain't grab where he live, that nigga is capped out
Shorty ass fat so you know she gon' act out
Took me a break but you know that I'm back now
(Razzy mixed this shit!)