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I swear the suckas gettin' old with that same shit
Sucka him, and sucka that, y'all niggas ain't shit
Pop out when it's we don't see you, that's that lame shit
And all them fat bitches pushin' for you 'cause you ain't shit
Drop deuce, I'ma leave you like a red rag hangin'
Left like yo' brother wit' his dead ass
Bitch talkin' shit up out her mouth, I call her head ass
She gon' call 'em friends, that nigga fuckin' wit' yo' sped ass
I play smart and act dumb, I needa' step back
How they press up on you? Get on feet, nigga step back
Must be hella sad, that nigga [?] had a TEC out
Talkin' beat you niggas, still ain't K, y'all need to check that
Hella hoes and sucka niggas got 'em stressed out
Some tape layin' on the floor, nigga stressed out
SK, y'all be catchin' shells without that S, ay
K done shake yo' body, make it bend like it's a sex tape
Let's get to squirtin' on drywall, and make yo' bed break
Can leave you sleepin' in yo bed, give moms a headache
Ese, this that 214, it ain't no trece
See that rocket on you make you feel like you the jefe
Ay, but you not
Ain't gotta' say 'cause niggas goofy, what you thought?
No, we ain't killas, I can't say 'cause that shit hot
If you ain't steppin' how we steppin', knock it off
And that's off tops
I gotta' tell these bitch ass niggas when to stop
I get to yankin' like a tank, and where the chops?
So why they call a nigga Wood? 'Cause I'll chip 'em in a box
If I say move, you betta' move
Don't take yo' chances, you gon' get popped
One-one, two, three, four
Niggas gon' be knockin' at yo' door
Five, six, seven, eight
Shots I'm lettin' off and hit yo' face
Nine, ten, 11, 12
Pick his body up, send him to hell
Like well, that lil' boy ain't listen, you ain't tell?
They couldn't bend the game, so they can't watch they bros prevail
Backpack, I'm finna put 'em on the shelf
And lemme' tell you, got me feelin' like myself
And you gon' ask like "why I do this?"
Like why else, I'll slide on Judas
Suckas tryna' commit shootings, never arrive just for the thrill
Not gang, I never see 'em in the streets
Get on phones or get the keyboard 'til they sleep
Yeah, and all you other niggas' shit is weak
Tryna' put me in yo' songs, tryna' hear a nigga speak
Hell, block killa', it get serious
Leave yo' brother missin', like mysterious
This might get you mad, this gon' get you furious
But we gon' have moms cryin', leave 'em curious
