(Berge always flexin´)
Gloves on
I got my gloves on, I got my mask on
Look, finna hop out and run down (YoungBoy)

And go to sprayin, hit ´til somebody on the ground

Mask on, gloves tight, hop out and hit ´em up
Caught my first soul at sixteen, but still´ll hit you up
Them niggas bust my parter up, I´m clutchin´, keepin´ my gloves tucked
I´m tryna whack one of you bitches
I said, "Mama, I´m tired, I got pain in my eyes"
They don´t know emotions I been feelin´ since Yella died
All the shit I´m hearin´ ´bout Tyler, it make me want to cry
But I can´t soften up, it´s time to bust another up
Roll ´em up, watch he eat the dust

That´s on Boozilla soul, catch ´em slippin´, knock off his nose (Uh)
We caught the trigger man lurkin´ for the one who made the plan
Got to catch that shakeback for lil´ Key, then everybody goes
Line ´em up and pick him up, five bodies in one cross, ho

Poppin´ off that lean, I´m off codeine, I can´t control it (Hol´ on)
Poppin´ all that shit, but that ain´t fair ´cause they don´t know me
Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me
Plenty diamonds, plenty money, why the fuck I can´t be chosen?

It hurt for to hurt somebody
It hurt to know that I don´t know no one got me
Fuck it, put my mask on, I´m tryna run down
Spray this bitch until it click, I get your ass gone (Lil Top)
Mama, I´m the murder man, mama, all these stains and things
I catch ´em bad and walk down, knock out his fuckin´ brain
Grandma, I´m a dangerous man, I know I ain´t the smartest man
But I know how to get it done, so I don´t plan to change
They don´t love me at all, they around for my money, around for my mansion
I´m exhausted, tell ´em, "Fuck ´em," they can have it all

Stuck on your side, I needed you, it wasn´t ´bout me
That money made you grew
Me and Herm in and out that coupe, tryna get at somethin´, why? (Grrt)
I heard a pussy nigga said somethin´, why?
FBI investigatin´ on me
We make them choppers come fly out, you better cover your child
Ain´t no aim, I hop out sprayin´ around and wavin´ it wild
Ain´t fair, no joy in the world
And she said she don´t wanna have a child with the slime
But I respect this ho mind
How you let them mistreat me and I treated you right?
You was my five, you was my slime, I needed you in my life (Ah)

For the last three weeks, Bobo, told ´em how many times you left this bitch and took her lights
Bury me on side of granny, in this world, nothin´ happy (Oh, oh), oh, oh
Bury me on side of Dave, they deserved all the caskets, oh, uh
I got my gloves on, I got mask on
Movin´ in, I got my feet taped up, you will never find a print
Bobo, tell that bitch, "Try it again," ha
We got them cutters for your pussy ass and all your fuckin´ friends

Poppin´ off that lean, I´m off codeine, I can´t control it (Hol´ on)
Poppin´ all that shit, but that ain´t fair ´cause they don´t know me

Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me
Plenty diamonds, plenty money, plenty change

And that´s for my Bobo, nigga
Blacksheep on my arm, he everywhere I go, nigga, believe that
Ayy