Oh yeah, I´m finna make a banger with this one
DJ on the beat so it´s a banger

Why you run? Ain´t got your gun, so you gon´ let him die?

I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
Can´t be ´round my dawg, I still´ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don´t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this shit like suicide
Speedin´ on the E-way, off them pills, you don´t know who´ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don´t know who to gas, nigga

Keep a switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me
Fuck who you is, you try to play them games, I don´t show sympathy

Won´t hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin´ me
My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I don´t got energy
Buck, buck, bitch, it´s macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin´
All my opps the same, every time they get caught, they ass whinin´
All that shit y´all said in the booth, that build up careers ain´t nothin´ slime
That´s my block, every gun I keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh"
Ask the opps, every time they see my face, they sugarfoot
Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, Wukaduk
Just free Sah, you know shorty ass gon´ rob, I get you took, nigga

Let your seat up, bro
Hop out, hit his dome (Hit his dome)
Hop out, get ´em gone (Get ´em gone)
Hop out, do ´em wrong (Do ´em wrong)
Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (Drop your phone)
Tap that switch, don´t use it fully, you might just see his bros
Lil´ bro got jammed up for a body, he ain´t gon´ change his clothes
I say, "When you chased ´em what you see?" He say, he chased his soul
Get on his ass, he gon´ be easy, he be chasin´ hoes
Stand over him, last thing he see, that´s my favorite pose

Why you run? Ain´t got your gun, so you gon´ let him die?

I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
Can´t be ´round my dawg, I still´ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don´t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this shit like suicide
Speedin´ on the E-way, off them pills, you don´t know who´ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don´t know who to gas, nigga

Grab your blick, bro (Grab your blick, bro)
You ain´t never gave me shit, you ain´t my big bro

Ask if I´m lyin´, I gave ´em Hellcats and pistols
I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to death row
Bitch, uh, yeah
You ain´t gon´ die about your dawg, but you gon´ die ´bout a bitch
Man, you better shoot your gun until it´s gone then it click
We gon´ get it on, I´m with you right or wrong, that´s what it is
You a fraud, what´s in your cup? That´s melatonin, ain´t no drank
Got my Trackhawk bulletproof and it´s supercharged, this ain´t no tank
How you gon´ vouch for a nigga who ain´t never kill shit? His ass ain´t got no rank
Catch a opp, but you lucky it´s Ramadan, hold on, I gotta pray (Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

I gotta pray (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray

Why you run? Ain´t got your gun, so you gon´ let him die?
I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
Can´t be ´round my dawg, I still´ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don´t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this shit like suicide
Speedin´ on the E-way, off them pills, you don´t know who´ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don´t know who to gas, nigga