Hey Keith, * these niggas up!
And if the beat live, you know Lil' Juke
We gon' ride to this, where you niggas goin'?
You can't hide from this, they call it quits
Pillow talk to the bitch, but we gon' call it hit
Dirty stick, 33 can't miss it, we gon' knock your *
Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to piss
Just me and my clock right here, holdin' on your ass for the art right here
And the nigga I feel, he die, his brother die, they outta here
Can't chill my car, I don't know why I don't wanna be off
His fat ass dick, I put him *, ain't nothin' but another body on the Glock
Go ahead and drive your pocket rocket, bitch, I got the heat on me
I just called my op, that new body got a sleep on it
I creeped on it, walked down gang, we killed the big homie
Five shots left in the Glock, but it got a stick on it
Start the car, let me hop out, I done hit his dick, homie
Nigga right here asleep, fallin' safe, just put a bitch on me
Paraplegic, bro, he paralyzed his *
I bounce out with a filth, hold on, put him on his dick
Ha ha ha
I just got the bitch to put me on the leash
She said the nigga got 400K and meet up at my seat
Put a bump stock on the Glock, but still I never ever switch
Who the * told these young niggas that they outta runnin' *?
Killin' niggas to feel the opposite, she died cause she was on oppa *
Bought a hundred and dirt, no tie, quit the block, bitch
SRT hit the gas, turn this bitch and watch it drip
I spread out right here, I spread out right here
It's not a op out here, that a nigga feel
Smokin' dead guys while I'm drivin', I can't even steal
I be blindin' all my diamonds, hit like a chandelier
Reach for one of my chimes, I bet I make a nigga disappear
Bella and Moe, eh, she gon' give me more sex
She like Casamigo, dick, hobo, boled
Bullets pierced his skin, aim all at his forehead
Murder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he said
Murder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he said
Murder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he said
Murder in his ad-lib, just listen to what he said