(Its Kosfinger, baby)
You know Borleone shot this shit
(Its Kosfinger, baby)

I´m tryna´ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin´ in the cab, be sure that´s his bed
I can´t get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec´
When we gon spin´, better have a vest
If not, then you know that´s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch
Yeah, I ain´t gon´ lie, shit shoot like a TEC

Yea, like I said, DD is back
Tryna´ reach for my chain, don´t go out like Matt
I threw a shot and hit his back
Hop out the V, had them runnin´ laps
Nigga, I was tryna´ pack me a Hat
Shot after shot, I was letting it clap
Free Dudeylo, yeah, he´ll soon be back
Riding around with the shit on my lap

And brodie just called me, said, he got the scat
Said one wrong move and he lettin´ it clap
And you know this my brother, said it on the app
100, 200, it don´t even matter
You can up knock, bet I up faster
I threw a shot, he got hit in the bladder, like, like, (Ahh)
I said I threw a shot, he got hit in the bladder

And the whole summer, brodie had the ski on
Was throwin´ at them but they didn´t see em´
Shot after shot, he was tryna leave em´
He was hangin´ out Vs, that boy, he a demon
Hit a new knock, this a new season
I spot an opp, brodie get to squeezin´
Can´t go on this shit ‘cause they know I´m a star
Brodie told me, he didn´t make it far

One of my opp, had a seizure on stage
And I mad he ain´t die on that day
That should´ve killed him, he alive? no way
Well, fuck it, I´m smokin´ his deads in the grave
‘Cause y´all wanna go Notti crazy? Oh aight, bet
Lotti, Rah Rah, dead
Wanna go Edotty crazy? Oh aight, bet
Rippy, Nazzy, dead

I´m tryna´ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin´ in the cab, be sure, that´s his bed
I can´t get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec´
When we gon spin´, better have a vest
If not, then you know that´s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch

Yeah, I ain´t gon´ lie, shit shoot like a TEC
I-I´m tryna´ spin, leave a nigga dead
Fuck Rah, he got hit in the head
Sleepin´ in the cab, be sure, that´s his bed
I can´t get on that shit, bitch, I want all the rec´
When we gon spin´, better have a vest
If not then you know, that´s your ticket to death
Shooting with the .9 but it got a switch
Yeah, I ain´t gon´ lie, shit shoot like a TEC (Yeah)