(Once again I´m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, nigga, fuck nigga
Yeah, triple cross the Crook

X on any nigga that play, that try me
You know we take high risk (Ain´t no tryin´ me though)
Ayy, Risktaker, you don´t want this junt?

Backup shooters, I dump, they dump
My nigga is a motherfucker, ain´t got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, off the love
A dub or a ten or we ain´t hit nothin´
Say bread on my head, you ain´t got enough
We bag shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain´t showin´ no love
Say he the plug, fuck it, put him in a trunk
Slimin´ these boys ain´t costin´ me nothin´
Caught him for dissin´, now he some runtz

Choppers and switches, where you gon´ run?
Don dada tweakin´, shot him for fun
Broke my new five-seven into pieces, no longer with me, it´s in a pond

Fifty ball, get up close, we get active
These fully Dracs knock his ass up in tragic
Fuck the opps, crazy, we ain´t duckin´ no statics
In and out out of bonds, we active
Drac´ boy stealin´ my style, ain´t did shit
Global, he heard ´bout the nigga went missin´
Hop out this bullet truck, we all hittin´
Them speeds, boy, get ´em cars, them niggas turtles
We ain´t pickin´ no smoke, they all get hearses
Jumpin´ jacks, niggas jumpin´ like hurdles
I´m still active, pop your car, get a purse

Let me get it, I need that merch
All black Drac´, it came with a burst
Every time we hop out, my diamond hit first
I´m standin´ on three, nigga, this my turf
Everything go against this, nigga gettin´ hurt

Head on collision, we bullies in a circle
For real, they finally spin back and we hurt ´em
I see a shadow, shoot through the curtain
Four deep, hop out, these bitches gon´ murk ´em
Red dot, headshot, crease him
Fry that boy head like Church´s
He got his location on
He a rookie, know we be doin´ shit dirty

Backup shooters, I dump, they dump

My nigga is a motherfucker, ain´t got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, off the love
A dub or a ten or we ain´t hit nothin´
Say bread on my head, you ain´t got enough
We bag shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain´t showin´ no love
Say he the plug, fuck it, put him in a trunk
Slimin´ these boys ain´t costin´ me nothin´
Caught him for dissin´, now he some runtz
Choppers and switches, where you gon´ run?
Don dada tweakin´, shot him for fun
Broke my new five-seven into pieces, no longer with me, it´s in a pond

Dissin´ these blocks, they´ll tell you we hot

When I got the switch, first week, one shot
Smackin´ these bitches, I just be pickin´
Still in the kitchen over the pot
I caught the blick, cook the cake, come and get it
RahRah pop out with it, stoppin´ your clock
You can´t compare to us, you ain´t slimin´ us, take that boy for a work in his watch