Ah, Big Zoski, bitch
Slimey, slatt
(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
(Lucci, how you feel?)

I miss my nigga, that shit made me, we gon kill 'em all (I swear)
I hate that bitch 'cause she played me, now I'm tryna fuck yo' moms (fuck that bitch)
Goofy niggas in the way, thinkin' they gon' stop the cause (you can't)
That money be the reason why your dogs snake you off (brrt)
It's a switch up on the glizzy, turn his brain to pasta (brrt, slatt)
The first shot hit his melon, he ain't get to see a doctor
Bitch I'm swimmin' with lil' Scary, higher than the helicopter
We tryna duck the coppers with a cop full of choppers (yeah, yeah)
It's murder on my man, I'm the one that found his partner (uh, uh)
Just caught the nigga danglin', now his ass won't see tomorrow (uh)
Bop, that's my blood, bitch, I'm slidin' right or wrong (slide)
These niggas in they feelings, so they makin' diss songs (slide, slide)
When I'm thinkin' bout Austin, bitch, I'm gettin' a wolf gone
Granny, I know you watchin', just protect me when I'm doin' wrong
Posted on my island with Big Basehead, my second home
We up on every car and get to dumpin' if they move wrong

Yeah, hittin' on my pack until I get a bruise on it
Told her wipe the counter, I been cuttin' food on it
Right after we hit your block, I seen the news on it
They be huntin' for your top, I got five hunnid blues on it (fah, fah, fah, fah)
I broke off the whole gang a lil' change, see what the love like
I'm the type put my partner back in brains, make sure he love right
Actin' like you T'd, postin' them yeeks, niggas got gun license
Shit be fun and games 'til the doctor say your love is dyin'
Niggas keep gon' sayin' we done enough but we ain't done slidin'
Brodie want that lick back, I got shit whacked, keep my gun by me
Nah, I ain't never heard of your big brother, he a bum probably
Ho niggas can't come 'round me, I might have lil' bruh rob him

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm CEO, they know we put shit in the coffin (big blrrrd)
Big Choppa Gang CEO, the choppa house my office (murder)
See every opp that was a problem, on my son, we offed him (it's murder)
Oh, he a opp and we had dropped him, on my son, we shot him (blrrrd-blrrrd)
Bitch, this a 'rari ('rari)
You get to movin' durin' this operation, then I'm sparkin' (I'm sparin')
Tried to spin through my block, they left his bitchass by the garbage (skrrt-skrrt, that garbage)
Rich as fuck, give no fucks, I'm still gon' break a bitch regardless (regardless)
Free Shiesty out the feds, when he come out, he might come 'Rari (free Shiesty)
Ammunition, switches, .50s, might pop out with a fully (switches, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd)
I can't stand down for nothin', we got hollows for all the bullets (blrrrd)
Tryna play me like I'm chopped, I had them killers in your bushes (blrrrd-blrrrd)
I ain't arguin' on the net, I'll turn your bitchass to some cookie (gas, blrrrd-blrrrd)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Dion Hayes, George Stone III, Rodney Wright, Ronnie O'Bannon, Zaman Taylor