Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Look, uh, yeah, look (D-Roc)
Seen it's blood on my soul
Life, I got that soul
Hit a nigga with that pole (Brrt)
Huh, shit, I just want 'em gone, gone, gone, nigga
Lil Top, boy, oh, who you playin' with?
Run down with that switch, hit in your shit, you get this mag quick (Baow, baow)
This me, nigga, it's sayin' business (Baow, baow)
Lil Top, nigga, look, Murda Man (Okay then)
I'll say no prayers and, bitch, I meant that, I don't give a fuck about my baby mamas
Strictly 'bout my son, check how I come, bitch, I want all the problems
The child support ate up a million dollars, huh, bitch, I'm payin' that
Don't worry 'bout if I'm late, you just stay safe, bitch, where your man at?
They know come lay me where that can at, North 38, I ran that
I'm pussy? I'm gon' zip you and your crew up just for sayin' that
Signed to The Streets, I grew up playin' that, tryna send him where his mans at
They tore me down, I got that sack, I'm comin' back
I get your ass whacked, nigga, Lil Top say all facts, nigga
Come 'cross that track, I do you bad, DDawg, he on your ass, nigga
We need to buy a house on every, fuck it, leave his mama teary, fuck it
This murder business serious, touch me, and, bitch, you know I'll blow up somethin' (Boom)
Hit from tryna kill me, once I catch her, she get face shot (Baow, baow)
4KTrey and ain't nobody safe, I'm in your way now (4KTrey)
Bitch can't play me, I'm on Grave Digger Mountain, this my playground (Hold up)
Shoot that .50, make sure that you hit him, get a thirty ball
Kentrell, I ain't scared at all, Top, I say fuck all of y'all
Better watch your mouth, the way you talk'll get your dad involved (Brrt, brrt)
That's a seventy round, swervin', knock your section down
Pussy, all that woofin', fuck around and get your head took off
I, I see nothin' but blood inside my dreams
I need an address, that's all I need
I'll make you bleed quick
Post up on his corner, walk up on him, get deceased, bitch
I'm in here with murderers, they gon' murder ya, yeah
Park 'round the corner, jump the fence, we leave him dead in front his mama, yeah
I'm mobbin' with murderers, know you heard of us
That wasn't your partner, he took off and got you hit all in your head
Bitch, who you claim to step on? Oh, I'ma get you stepped on (Yeah, baow, baow)
Oh, I'ma get you repped on, laughed on in all of my songs (Baow, baow)
They know I got that bitch gone, his people hate me for that (Bitch)
Say they gon' lay me for that (Bitch), I got my way 'cross that track (Nigga, yeah)
Talk crazy, get your shit splat, outside your headquarters, nigga
Bitch, I go harder, this young Carter, I'm with law and order, nigga
I'm tryna get that bitch slaughtered then spend a M on my daughters
I'm tryna hit him in his head, his colleagues, last one that saw him
You think I'm naked bear arm, man, I done skipped to his turn
I'm tryna get that bitch burned, rock world, I'm thuggin', come learn
I'm in here with murderers, they gon' murder ya, yeah
Park 'round the corner, jump the fence, we leave him dead in front his mama, yeah (Baow)
I'm mobbin' with murderers, know you heard of us
That wasn't your partner, he took off and got you hit all in your head (Baow, baow)
Bitch, who you claim to step on? Oh, I'ma get you topped on, oh yeah
They talk that shit, they know I can't run down right now, man
Repped on, laughed on in all of my songs (Quit playin' with me, nigga)
Ayy, ChoppaBoy, that's fat bitch'll run down right now, man (I'm tryna get that bitch gone)
His people hate me for that
Say they gon' lay me for that
I got my way 'cross that track
Talk crazy, get your shit splat
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