Warnin you, move wisely,
All of my shootas 50/40/90,
Aye,
I put a price on a mark,
Homies was sellin that Reggie,
They movin up flippin Birds,
Shotty got kick like its Nash,
Shoot with one leg like im Dirk
Heard you niggas got mob ties,
One hand on the piece and
The other on the curly fries,
Whole bando messed up,
Red on the white tee, don’t know
If its blood or ketchup,
Got snatched by the feds,
And they got to his head,
Paid back with Popeyes,
That was his last meal,
Blood spilled,
Lived by the fry and he died
By the french fries,
That’s tragic,
Nemesis tryna do business
He told me my hittas do way too
Much damage,
Put 50k in the Benz to atone for
His sins,
Nigga thought i was catholic,
I put the skull of my opps
On a t-pain chain, little nigga that’s fashion,
Showed up to court with the bling
But im still finna sing,
“i dont know what happened”,
Know you don’t get into that,
Know you as the diplomat,
Know you as the type to kill em softly
Like a democrat,
Tried to go full metal when you
Couldn’t bring ya homie back,
Went and grabbed that Nina
But you tuck her when they shootin (aye!)

Hold the toast close like a slow dance,
When you kiss the barrel,
It’ll be ya last romance, uh,
You keep tellin niggas that
The piece jammed,
But you got the shit last week,
You is no man, uh
How you sayin 2021 is ya year
When you owe a mothafucka like 10 grand, uh,
Told me that you will but ya won’t, aye
Pussy nigga puttin on a show, aye

Who lyin?
Who dyin?
Who shot ya?
Who cryin?
Who lackin?
You can try if you wanna

Pack spliff, half wits,
Whack you for the bonus,
Know some niggas with some warrants,
Way before they got diplomas,
Im the axis, active,
Spill you like granola,
Niggas be frontin like they woke,
.45 be they melatonin,
Niggas is not safe,
I ball out no fetty,
Walkin round Saks Fifth and
I’m tryna remember if
Shawty said Fendi or Fenty,
My apparatus don’t do rap shit,
They be drillin that shit like its trendy,
One to the headie, and two with the remy,
Ya boy gettin hit like
Farmers in New Dehli,

She never iffy, her hand on the blicky
So im tryna 69 if you ready,
Twirl till he dizzy, by chance if we miss it,
We spinnin the record to redo the medley,
Revenant grizzly, they crossin like Bibby
I get the bulldog, Killian Tille
I’m tryna channel the balance,
3.9 but the hood know i’m gallant,
Thief in the night to relieve
All the plight,
We in black like the silhouette challenge,
Niggas is loud mouth,
Had to silence the lamb,
He aint value the valiance,
Know that i value the violence,
Zoom and i zap me a Zionist,
I brought the hood to the lion’s den,