Frraow, frraow, frraow
Baow, baow, baow
(Elvis)
Baow, baow, ah, ah, ah, nigga
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)

You know what the fuck goin´ on, nigga
Smokin´ a lot of dead niggas (On bro)
How the fuck you´re dead, nigga? (How the fuck y´all niggas dead?)
Nigga, fuck your dead mother (Nigga, fuck your dead mother)
Fuck? (Baow) Fuck wrong with that, nigga? (Baow, baow)
I´ma smoke his dead mother (I´m on my bullshit)
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah

Oh, he thought he was safe? Like (Oh, he thought he was safe?)
´Til we got up on him (On bro)
Big B gon´ hop out and toss him (Baow)
And Adot gon´ flock him, no need for the talkin´, like (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie)

Bet my torch´ll toast him (Baow, ayy)
I don´t even know why is he runnin´
Nigga, he gon´ get him, nigga, he gon´ off him (Baow, baow, baow)

Now it´s back to the block, smoke dead opps
Know an opp who got killed by a leg shot (Leg shot)
Niggas be chattin´, but don´t never do shit (Never do)
You see me with my G, I´ma use it, like (Baow, baow)
Nigga, I go ruthless
Money on his head, make ´em wanna do it (Do it)
Bitch, I got them to do it, niggas really shoot shit
But play with your life, you gon´ lose it (On bro)

Red beam on the Glock, switchy in the back
Shit shoot automatic, it shoot like a TEC, like
We the ones makin´ the mess
But we shootin´ that bitch, niggas stuck in they head, like
We tryna get him stretched
´Cause if we see that nigga, fill him up with lead, like (Baow, baow, baow)
No, you can´t aim for the leg
Nigga, do him the worst, hit him in the head
Nigga, ´bout to make shit tragic
Lotti had died from that hit at his back, shit (Lotti)
Niggas tellin´ me chill, I ain´t havin´ it
´Cause they mentionin´ bro like he wasn´t the backend
Ten bands and I promise it´s happenin´ (On bro)
You can´t chill over here, you ain´t doin´ the clappin´ (Baow, baow, baow)

Like, bro went on a hit with a MAC
And he caught a hit and he almost a clapper
Like, I got dead niggas in this blunt
Give a fuck what they say, they ain´t tellin´ me nothin´ (They ain´t tellin´ me nothin´)
You can try to slide if you want
Bet we be the ones to turn y´all into Runtz
Nigga say my name in his tracks, like bet
Like, I´m ´bout to tell him again (Against)
Go get me his glass one, I´ma give you ten
Fuck it, I´ma add an extra ten (On bro)
´Cause he mentioned my bro tryna get some clout
Now I´m openin´ his māthā
I just want them to push up, I´ma make him suffer (On bro)
Think me and my gun won´t touch you? (Won´t what?)
You think these French tips won´t rush you? (Won´t what?)

Me and my dolie, nigga, I´ll clap, like (Baow, baow, baow)
But whole time, I don´t have to (I don´t have to)
Hit on your head, I can say that it´s bad for you (On bro)

Oh, he thought he was safe? Like
´Til we got up on him (´Til we got up)
Big B gon´ hop out and toss him (Baow)
And Adot gon´ flock him, no need for the talkin´, like (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie)
Bet my torch´ll toast him
I don´t even know why is he runnin´ (Ayy, nigga, why he runnin´?)
Nigga, he gon´ get him, nigga, he gon´ off him (Nigga, he gon´ off)

Niggas on my dick, I´m ´bout to make it lit (Make it lit)
Light that, I can say he a spliff (Ayy, ayy)
Why they actin´ like we ain´t the ones takin´ trips?
Lot of niggas that died, can say they a bitch (On bro)
Big opp thought he´d blick
Face shot, should´ve been in a ditch (On bro)
I don´t know why niggas diss
Like we ain´t the ones really takin´ trips (On bro, nigga)

Niggas thought I was done, nigga? Nigga, no nigga
Tryna catch me, tryna catch me, ooh, nigga
From the, from the, nigga, from the courts
Yeah, ´cause they dissin´ my brother