Them niggas ain't gon' fuck with us
Bitch, name a nigga playing with us
You know we kept them k's with us
(Shout out the Rippah for making the beat)

Smoking dope with my hitter
Plotting on the next one
He said, "All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch somthin'"
I told him, "All behind that check, you better wet somethin'"
We swerving with them thangs, it's back to back until you niggas bleed
I don't know nothing but 4ktrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the bitch
So I can't trust my own niggas
That's how deep this shit get
I'm screaming death before dishonor and I stuck with the shit
But now you crossed me
I'm so slimey, got no love for a bitch
The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinking that I'm next
I'm screaming murder 'bout my nigga
And now I'm getting that off my chest
One scary bitch that I ain't get
And I ain't stopping 'til he stretched
Bitch you fumbling through yo' shit
And send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screaming out, "who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
I just got eighty for a show, street niggas spent the deposit
Plus I spent fifty on a jet, bitch, I ain't tripping, I got it

I'm steady drawing blood for blood like catch this slug
Them niggas shouldn't have played with us, uh uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you niggas die (bitch ass nigga)
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it
Bitch, I'm banging 4ktrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper

They talk the shit, but they just better keep they head on
You play, you die, but on this side
We call it, "Dead wrong"
I'm sending prayers to the sky, my nigga dead and gone
So I be aiming at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown
After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets
It's double G, shoot a nigga up, you ain't gon' fuck with me
It's up with me, face on a T
Ain't stoppin' 'til they all deceased
I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs
I wiped his nose, the bitch ain't sneeze
I tote a glock, they tote a Beretta, plus this bitch a 9
Uh, this happen every time
Yeah, they shoulda known he slime
Talking out his top, this pussy bitch done must have lost his mind
Caught up in that fire (bitch)
Wish you never tried
Strap them ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now
You get shot in yo' face, huh
Them young niggas wild, ain't nobody safe huh
Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time
Up the rate, huh
Gutter sound like drum line
And this one for ben, man, it's okay now

Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it
Bitch, I'm banging 4ktrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
I'm steady drawing blood for blood like catch this slug
Them niggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you niggas die (dead, you can't say shit)

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Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden