[Intro: Set Da Trend]
Setty, it's Setty, it's Setty, I'm back, oh my God, oh my God
[Chorus: Set Da Trend]
He screamin' "8oh", he better lay low, aim for his top like I'm poppin' a fuego
[?], all you gon' hear is the fuego, you ever did some shit and had to lay low?
Stay with that shit, I can't turn to a halo
Little ass boys, niggas don't got no say-so
How you beefin' and don't got no pesos?
Put a bag on his head and it's case closed
[Verse 1: Set Da Trend]
Dodgin' the hate tinted out the Durango
G23, why the fuck would I tangle?
Cut off his head and watch his body dangle
I get to shootin' and shit from an angle
Grrah, Glocka turn him to a angel
Get to slammin' niggas like I'm Angle
If I don't got the gun he get strangled
Up the Glock, let off [?]
Bitches be boppin' and they really ran through
Niggas be sayin' they know what she ain't do
Touch one of mine, it get lit like a candle
And you can't bend on that shit like it's [?]
New opp thot, I gotta hit a dance move
These niggas pussy, they do what they can't do
If I saw me in the V, woulda ran too
Smokin' Blamma, made up that bed, better land it
I been in the field like a patriot
The gun jam up, start bangin' it
Will crossin' again like a [?]
No Epstine gun, start rapin' shit
Don't bring up lil' brodie, he takin' shit
He mention Nazzy then he gotta lay with 'em
He jackin' 8oh, I add a K to it
Went out like a bimbo, one in his cranium
[Verse 2: BenzoDaG]
I start bangin' the G like I'm [?], with the Flick, with the 3, worda bro we got-
Say he smokin' on who? [?], I'ma duff you, no G, beat him down with the knuckle
Free all the bros, they was hatin' they took, if I miss and go back I'm retarded
I go dumb in the paint tryna see who gon' guard him, back to back with the bros if he throw, I'm a artist, baow, baow
How they lookin' for safety? They ain't gettin' wavy, don't think I won't flock for mine
Push up on [?], we throw shots like the navy
Multiple scenes, we threw pain out this safety
Why would I lie? Niggas thinkin' they crazy, [?], I was totin' 380
No V on my block, all I had was Stacy, don't know why they mentionin' me, why they hate me?
[?] with me tryna flick at your best, every miss on my boys, needa tell 'em "Free Lefty"
Multiple shots when it took it to [?], done threw off the hip tryna go for the-
[Chorus: Set Da Trend]
He screamin' "8oh", he better lay low, aim for his top like I'm poppin' a fuego
[?], all you gon' hear is the fuego, you ever did some shit and had to lay low?
Stay with that shit, I can't turn to a halo
Little ass boys, niggas don't got no say-so
How you beefin' and don't got no pesos?
Put a bag on his head and it's case closed