Oh yeah
They know how I'm rockin'
They know how I drop shit, nigga
Real nigga shit, uh
Niggas know I slang iron
When I pop out, niggas dying, believe that

Feeling a little toxic
I ain't pop no pill today (I ain't pop no pill today)
Remember I was starving
I ain't did shit but I made a mil' today (I made a mil' today)
Said he got the drop, I told him, "Chill, let him live today" (facts)
Bag on his head, they don't give a fuck, they killed him anyway (boom, baow)
I was calling shots just like a narrator (come here)

Don't underestimate me, stood over him, sent him to the cemetery
Love in memory, they put it all up in the obituary (in the obituary)
Big fish, he was 'posed to been dead, why he ain't dead already (why?)
I don't like speaking on opps because I'm already ahead already
I don't misconstrue, when it's beef my killers know they coming through (come here)
Big or small, step on something, I'll never ever pick and choose
They still don't know who did it, they wave his face across the news
Sent them shots straight to his face, so this case they cannot prove (ohh)

They gon' make me spray broad day (broad day)
Hundred round drum out the Drac'
They gon' have to call vice out
Swang that motherfucker all day
They know I'ma shoot this bitch the fuck up, I don't play
Pull up, drop the window, swang this bitch, we shooting all K's
They know me I'm on some gangster shit, I'll do this broad day
Ayy, I let my dawg have my PlayStation, I don't motherfucking play
I'ma pull up to they shit and dump some rounds out this Drac'
When I catch that nigga I'ma blow his shit, I'ma shoot him right in the face
Thirty-eight shell catch him for sure, it's finna be another closed case
They steady asking 'bout my name, you better know it hold weight
They steady asking what's in my wood, you better know I smoke Ape

I spin once, they know I get active
Fuck the law and the detective
Phone on 'droid, ain't no tracker
Fuck the opps, you know they acting (fuck 'em)
Deep in the streets, you know I dive in
Pass me the Glock, you know I'm surviving
Choppers clap, they know I'm not him
On the block, they know I'll knock them
I don't know what these nigga thought
I don't know why the fuck these niggas tried me
I was fourteen years old when I had stood over that body
I was eighteen when the police found out I was collecting bodies
Man, fuck that shit I'm out my body
I'm on this drink, they think I'm wilding
Fucked this freaky bitch, I ain't ready for no baby, she think I'm childish
Bitch, I had nutted all in that pussy, I told that ho I wore a condom
I speak the truth on what I talk, they think it's nonsense (they think it's nonsense)
Just 'cause I play dumb and get retarded, think I don't got sense
Lord forgive me, you seen me drop shit

They thought I had a cap gun 'cause I pop shit
And they would've thought I was in a band 'cause how I rock shit
Spina got the keys to the game, he a locksmith
Leave him in the streets bust his brain he on that opp shit

Opps be trying to squash beef on the low but this is not it (this is not it)
No sympathy for your mama, pussy nigga, you know I drill shit (boom)
Kill shit, fifteen years old, I was going on real hits (fifteen)
Nineteen years old I caught a real blicks, blicky blicky
My nigga told on me, shit got sticky icky
Name a nigga out here in my city who really fucking with me
Ever since they killed my day one nigga that shit therefucked with me
My ex bitch, she fucked my brother, since then that shit done stuck with me
Fuck with me
Nigga, I be active in these streets they know what's up with me
We done did so much shit over eas,t my nigga stuck with me
Fully automatic I'll shoot it if you fuck with me

If wopo got the chopper he'll shoot you for a buck 50
If wopo got the chopper he'll shoot yo' ass for nothing really
Yeah, fuck with me, gang
Go, go

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Dave Duff, Keyanta Bullard, Noah Williams