Ayy, who dat?
(John Gotitt)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, what you know 'bout trappin' out them late nights?
What you know 'bout stakin' out on wolves and not the great whites?
I done been too deep inside of shit where I couldn't think right (head first)
Bullets numb my body, I don't feel none' (don't feel none')
Bullets hit your partner, why you leave him?
Still ain't killed none' (track star)
Laid up in the hospital, a couple niggas kill for me (brrt)
Niggas mention me, really informants (police-ass niggas)
Crazy to think them niggas been our factors (lame-ass niggas)
Ain't try to hit on none of them niggas backwards (scary-ass niggas)
Suppliers, they ain't have it
Been ballin' a whole season, niggas ball out for a quarter (pippy-long-ass niggas)
Can't bite the hand that feed you
And my hands gave you them Porsche
Hard head but my money long, call me once he dead
And nod your head, so I know buddy gone
Duckin' feds, can't duck this lead that sent your buddy home
Made a nigga rich just off a flip phone
Niggas can't compete out the streets, ain't touched a hunnid lomg
Nah, I ain't never scared, my mama knew I been a demon
We can take it there, don't do no evil
Know my people's ain't gon' make it fair
They ain't killin' teddy bear
Nah, I ain't never scared (brrt)
Nah, I ain't never scared
My mama knew I been a demon, we can take it there

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna' make it hurt
I should sell some shirts 'cause all my murders merched
Young and turnt, .55 and I throw seats for John Kirk
He kept it real later but lied first, I told him, "Find dirt"
Or find a church, might not stay alive, when that iron burst
My eyes hurt, stalkin' these lil' niggas from a finsta
Guess I scared them niggas
blocked me from they stories and pictures
And you know what's the issue
I ain't gettin' internet with you
I'm tryna' make it tense you
I can't sit and think about who diss who
I'm a real street nigga, these artists is artificial
And it's up with whoever, ain't no pick and choose to pick through
And yo' lil' bro want rap, but mine want bodies on his pistol
And know if I don't catch you, it's gon' fall back on your nephew
Fast, put that switchy on his ass like he broke curfew
Crash, brains all over the dash, them 7.62s
And I ain't never hate or emulate, some shit a bitch do
I heard he had a buzz, caught him, knocked out his potential

You know how a nigga be buzzin' a little bit?
Niggas be gettin' a little bit of attention and shit, then he die
Be a lot of that goin' on
Snake pit, don't get yo' face hit
Brrt

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Writer(s): Dion Hayes, John Carlos Ramirez, Max Jacobsson