| You know I still don’t feel nothin', on my dead brothers |
| Dry snitches to his PO, when he’s touched, guess he was scared of me |
| Qualified to lead us on this ride 'cause I’ve killed somethin' |
| Homicide runnin' through my mind, that’s my pill bussin' |
| Trauma I experienced back then, I ain’t healed from it, still thuggin' |
| Even though they watchin', I don’t see 'em comin', fearin' nothin' |
| Buttered out my body in the field huntin' |
| On the 'Gram bluffin', know what’s up, soon as I seen you up it |
| In the fire we burn niggas, learn when that steel touch 'em (Nigga, learn) |
| Bet they won’t hear anything from him, got to dig up him |
| Appreciate the bail money |
| Know I paid him back soon as I touched, just 'cause it felt funny |
| Get off your ass and sell somethin' |
| Promise not to tell nothin', Motorola cell bussin' |
| Lock on anything that pose a threat, it ain’t no tail tuckin' |
| Crop out anything ain’t from the set unless he know somethin' |
| Take him to the 'spital, 'fore he bleed out, ain’t no help, dummy |
| BBs in his belt somethin', fleekin' with the million drip |
| Floaters on the Delt' runnin', peekin' through these mirror tints |
| They love the way I move, the bitch, it’s spooky, need experience |
| Act like they gon' squeeze it when they beat me, shit get berious |
| Fifty for appearances, quarter on the back end |
| Don’t call me 'bout no chain that niggas took if you ain’t tapped in, tap in |
| Hmm, yeah, the facts is, I was still gettin' active while I’m rappin' (I was |
| still gettin' active) |
| Tragic, niggas lackin' and they families pick they casket (And they families |
| pick they coffin) |
| Bodies still be happenin', if you want smoke, I’m tryn' match it (I'm turnin' |
| matches, nigga) |
| Big niggas get hit with a switch, turn into ashes (Brr) |
| Like, how he go from laughin' to wheezin' and gaspin'? |
| Traffickin' in traffic, turn shooters into trappers (I turned shooters into |
| trappers) |
| Fent' have you sick tryna cook a brick maskless (Tryna cook a brick maskless) |
| We ain’t mention attempteds, you niggas trippin' |
| Went out for a day, bounced down, then went down again |
| I’m in love with glickys, play with heckles every now and then |
| Resume impeccable, really put them hours in |
| On Deezy, it get greasy, when it’s up, I’m tryin' cheesy |
| Reconstructed facials on the pavement how we leave you |
| Niggas claimin' bodies they ain’t bodied, this shit tweaky |
| Suckers hit my bread and I went bonkers for Mom Neesy |
| Since she can’t get her daddy back, couple of 'em got whacked for that |
| Urus trucks, back to back, they know that’s the membership |
| You ain’t did nothin' recently for clique, you insignificant |
| Urus trucks, back to back, they know that’s the membership |
| You ain’t did nothin' recently for clique, you insignificant |
| I’ma lay this shit |