Huh, huh, huh, eh
On foenem grave
You already know how this shit goes
Don't touch me, don't even look at me
Matter fact, back the fuck up
All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass niggas
Huh, huh, huh
They say they gon' kill me (They gon' kill me)
I'm like, "Whatever" (I'm like, "Whatever")
Pull up with that Drac', hop out, get they ass together
Oh, he with his friends, we gon' get they ass together
Blue tip hit ya, ain't no comin' back you gone forever
You can run you can hide, you gotta see me
Keep my drum when I'm outside
No I won't be on nobody TV
Everywhere I go I'm 7-4 I throw up GD
Oh, they sellin' drugs, get 'em set up by a Teetee
That's them niggas comin' out the crib?
Oh they sweet as hell (Oh)
We might stand over him to show him we for real
Who the fuck gon' run up on us? Nigga, be for real
Opps steady dissin', I'm like "Is this beef for real?"
Oh, I see they in the stu', tryna find a beat to kill
He was tryna duck his taco til' we made him eat a shell
I put money on your head, I get you hit through a Zell
How you tryna argue when we know what kind of car you in
And we know what park you in
We might pull up block you in
If I wanted to go out like dude, then I box you then (Von)
Why would I fight when I got this Gen? (Five)
Kill one of mine, that's how ten die
Switch on the Glock, in 1 second 10 fly
It ain't slippery over here, we can't let it slide
We gon' kill 'em niggas first, we can't let him die
Ran up on 'em fah, did him extra bad
Now no one can see with your closed casket ass
Like we playin "it", run up tagged his ass
Turned him to a zip, foenem bagged his ass
Now we roll 'nem in a wood, "puff pass" his ass
Bitch don't try to test me me, you won't pass the class
We want all dirt, boy your ass is grass
But he got away, boy your ass was fast
Bigbody Rolls truck, it ain't hard to notice us
GD's everywhere I go, don't hesitate to throw it up
Come through with that Cutter like you owe us somethin'
Don't slide through the O or somethin'
And put a hole in somethin', yeah (Yeah)
I might pop out the blue like a fuckin' Wizard
He ain't shootin' right, like Michael when he was with the Wizard's
I just bought the Cartier, Im tryna jump a Richer
I'm in the middle of the field like a fuckin' pitcher
I might hit the opp side and take a picture
Oh he think he fast? But I'm quicker
What he drunk off? Liquor?
No, he think he slick, but I tricked him
He don't know I'm slicker
Still got my Gen4 'cause this bitch still get off
Oh he think he safe at work? Catch him when he get off
I hit the corner, that nigga turned into Sonic, the Hedgehog
7.62 comin' out the Drac' and knocked his head off
(Aye, yeah)
On foenem grave (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up (Aye)
All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass niggas (Huh?)
On Scrapp grave
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