[Intro]

-Old head tryna hawk shit down talkin' bout get on that car

I move the pack like a saint, you get sent to Mars

Think you won't get touched, you ain't gon' make shit far

Uh, that nigga died tryna diss

Put five plus five in the Kris Vec clip and I bet on my son I won't miss

And I've just been thumbin' these blues, you would think that I'm rollin' with crips

And these niggas talking with fight words, but I bet they ain't be usin' they fists

If you want a problem, we could get into it, but don't think about your kids

Cause you ain't gon' see em' until they grow up and I hit em' with Wes and Smith

[Verse One]

Uh, that nigga died tryna box

I got a tat for my dead bro, these bitch niggas, tryna say they was locked

Bitch, I was duckin' the feds, had to scratch off G in thе case of the lock

I'm tryna do some numbеrs, I ain't tryna be in a cell like Flock

I'm in that cell like Block, these niggas play too much, get popped

I was down bad on cock, you never looked at the devil, Allah

Niggas gon' heat that block with a Wi-Fi plug, better pray we don't dox

And I got a Glock switched out for a chop, I just got pray it don't lock

Old head tryna hawk shit down talkin' bout get on that car

I move the pack like a saint, you get sent to Mars

Think you won't get touched, you ain't gon' make shit far

[Verse Two]

Uh, that nigga died tryna diss

Put five plus five in the Kris Vec clip and I bet on my son I won't miss

And I just been thumbin' these blues, you would think that I'm rollin' with crips

And these niggas talkin' with fight words, but I bet they ain't be usin' they fists

If you want a problem, we could get into it, but don't think about your kids

Cause you ain't gon' see em' until they grow up and I hit em' with Wes and Smith

These hoes be makin' me mad, these hoes steady talkin' bout dick

These hoes never been checked up, if not, can't suck my dick