[Intro]

I know some niggas who hated on me

I stood on that block with that burner on me

[Chorus]

I know some niggas who hated on me

I stood on that block with that burner on me

Just me and my dawg on that early morning

Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie

Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him

Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him

All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him

Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him

I really been slidin', you know I'm committed

When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'

And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy

But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention

Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension

Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him

If we get thе drop then we comin' to kill him

I don't want just one, wе want all of them niggas

I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas

They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me

The first nigga try me he gettin' popped in his melon

Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'

Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it

I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven

This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'

Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing

[Verse 1]

Fuck all you niggas who plotted on me

Everywhere that I go got that fye on me

I pop out with that draco, put fire on 'em

They stay switchin' they blocks, we be slidin' on 'em

I pop out, shoot a hunned, promotin' violence

If I come through with Celly, somebody dyin'

When I talked to lil' Jizzle I started cryin'

I ain't runnin' from shit, all them niggas lyin'

I can't vent to nobody but steady tryin'

Pour a deuce in my soda and jumped in a Rover, I'm mixin' the lean with the lemon-lime

I'm forever a soldier until this shit over, I'll go on a war if you one of mines

It's a shootout in public, I'm feelin like fuck it, don't care where we at, yeah, I'm slingin iron

Ain't no runnin' from death or that jail time

[Chorus]

I know some niggas who hated on me

I stood on that block with that burner on me

Just me and my dawg on that early morning

Let a nigga come play, we gon' burn his homie

Hit the cut on a nigga then creep up on him

Say I don't wanna talk, put that glizzy on him

All that flexin' for bitches, my shooters want him

Put a ten on his head now my shooter on him

I really been slidin', you know I'm committed

When I say I'm vibin' I mean that I'm chillin'

And I got like thirty-three shots in the glizzy

But I ain't got thirty-three opps I can mention

Smoke in the air and I'm feelin' the tension

Find out where he at then we comin' to blitz him

If we get the drop then we comin' to kill him

I don't want just one, we want all of them niggas

I don't want just one, I want all of them niggas

They callin' me pussy, but still ain't come test me

The first nigga try me he gettin' popped in his melon

Opps yellin' get back but they big homie tellin'

Put a opp on a Glock now it's time to go sell it

I'm missin' lil' Boog, hope he made it to heaven

This street shit get wicked, I'm so sick of stressin'

Been fightin' depression, I'm due for a blessing

[Verse 2]

Still ride through the opps with the chopper on me

And the first nigga play we gon' make him a day, we gon' send him up there where we sent his homie

Ain't no love for the opps they get put in a box, go to war with whoever all by my lonely

Don't come around me if you feel I ain't solid

I use to be trappin', my cousin was robbin'

I told him be smart then he caught him a body