[Intro]

Yeah, Wooski, you made this beat? Ayy

[Verse 1]

Choppa leave yo' face on a canvas

Riding through the opps we got four Glocks they come in handy

Somewhere getting top from this lil' bop, I call her Mandy

You ain't got no job why you in the car if you ain't blamming

Everyday in school I came in high they tried to ban me

I just fucked a thot but she from Madison & Laramie

Every since I fucked that nigga bitch now he can't stand me

But he ain't gone play he know I'm savage like I'm Randy

Let a pussy nigga tweak then it's gone be a murder uh

Got Lil Fendo on standby you know that he's a purger uh

'Member posted in them trenches, it's just me and Burger, uh

If she acting like a fan you know I gotta curve her uh

I ain't saying I'm Herbo but I do be swervin' uh

All that fidgeting and shit I got you niggas nervous uh

Only bosses talk to bosses and yo' ass a worker, uh

All these niggas steady claiming blocks I never heard of

What's yo body count? Put yo' ass on CNN

If I ever see the opps then we won't meet again

Shoot his face and he gone fly just like he Peter Pan

Two Glock .40's on my lap, you wanna see the twins?

Niggas that used to sit with me bet they can't have a seat again

Let that fuck nigga ate off my plate but he won't eat again

Yeah my bitch she took me back but ima cheat again uh

All these some niggas frauds like a CPN uh

Know a youngin', he 16, but he a face arranger

The day that bitch gave me some pussy, she became a stranger, uh

Yeah, I asked about you, they said you ain't a gangster, uh

All that cracking treys and shit gone make me face a gangster uh

Steady acting like you tweaking off them mids, stank him

Last nigga played with my name I killed him dead, paint him

Any nigga think that I'm playing bout my bread change him

No Young Joc it's going down like a damn anchor

I don't gotta stay in them trenches I been stood there

A 100 shots up in this draco so I'm good there

Right on the 'Met yeah that's my block, yeah that's my hood there

And i was terrorizing the opps bitch I'm like Suge there

Every since a kid I was wilding throwing gang signs

No you not a war if you sliding and they ain't dying uh

I could never be a snitch and I ain't trying uh

Put that nickel to his head, call it FaceTime, uh

[Interlude]

[Bitch, let's get it

Foenem

Niggas already know how the fuck we coming man, on gang

Real gang banging shit, you know

Real savage shit

I was a savage before rap, niggas can't even compare to this shit

These niggas frauds

Leave my name in this shit for real]

[Verse 2]

Bitch thought it was over, uh

Shot at me and missed, guess I was lucky like a clover ,uh

Broski pop his top, he run his mouth just like a motor, uh

Foenem steady killing like they tryna' reach a quota, uh

Niggas Twitter beefing, we gon' pop him like a soda, uh

Bitch, I'm Master P, ain't got no limit to these soldiers, uh

Since I was a youngin', I already been a smoker, uh

Solo put that .40 to his neck just like a choker, uh

[Outro]

Yeah

Bitch