(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)

He say he want smoke (what?)
They know I get high for real
I'm tryna up the score
Send my nigga to spin without a pill (to spin without a pill)
Been a couple years since I dropped tears
I make opps cry for real (I make opps cry for real)
ATK gon' spin and spin again until they die for real (gang)

Nine times outta ten I'm the one that hit your friend
Nine times outta ten he will never walk again
Ten times outta nine, bitch, I'm really out my mind
Nine times outta ten we pull up and really spin (yeah, yeah)

All black windows tinted, it ain't nothing but killers in it
For what we doing if we get caught then it's gon' be a life sentence
We got chop for chop and block for bloc,k I want everybody finished (chop, chop)
Told the opps to check the score, skunking shit they know we winning
(They know we winning)
This Draco hit 'em, this Draco split 'em
Leave his body in different ways
Bag on his head, I told him get 'em
The best lawyer to beat the case
I want him dead they told me chill, I'm 'a stretch him anyway
I put blood on every K (every K), creep outside his mama place
Nine times outta ten, I live you the one who die (facts)
Ten outta ten if I did then that shit a overkill (then that shit a overkill)
He don't want no smoke for real, when it's pressure I never chill (I never chill)
I got niggas in my city, rep but you ain't never kill

He say he want smoke (what?)
They know I get high for real
I'm tryna up the score
Send my nigga to spin without a pill (to spin without a pill)
Been a couple years since I dropped tears
I make opps cry for real (I make opps cry for real)
ATK gon' spin and spin again until they die for real (gang)

Nine times outta ten I'm the one that hit your friend
Nine times outta ten he will never walk again
Ten times outta nine, bitch, I'm really out my mind
Nine times outta ten we pull up and really spin (yeah, yeah)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Jordan May Holt, Keyanta Bullard, Norman Payne