[Intro]
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
On foenem grave
Yeah, huh
You already know how this shit goes (Huh)
Don't touch me, don't even look at me (Yeah)
Matter fact, back the fuck up
All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass niggas
[Verse]
Yeah, I'm just coolin', I ain't even tryna slide (Yeah, ayy)
Look to my left, it's the opps on the side (On the side)
They think 'cause I rap, I'ma let 'em slide (I'ma let 'em slide)
Since I've got it, might as well let it ride (Let it)
You gave a hunnid K to the guys, huh? (To the guys)
Them same niggas turned around and let you die
(They let you die)
And that was OT (OT), that was OC (That was OC)
Now we roll 'em in the wood and it's OG (Yeah, it's O—)
You don't want no beef (No), we cookin' well-done
What? This ain't no prop (Nah), this a real gun
And if it was a prop, you would still run (Hahaha)
Ain't no attempts today, we tryna kill somethin'
Mama say they always shootin'
when I'm really the cause, huh (Yeah)
Five or six shooters,
they won't even think all of us comin' (Yeah)
We got somethin' decent, boy,
don't tweak to think we all ain't drummin' (Yeah)
Foenem be on point, in the paint, them boys like Andre Drummond
My Glock got a mean-ass walk, it got a switch
You ain't never seen this kind of yalk, he got a glimpse
Back in school, I used to diss just to go on hits
I know I'm rich but if the price right,
I might hit the lick (I might hit a lick)
"Oh, this is bitch?," (Bitch) "Yeah, this is bitch"
She can't answer the phone right now,
she busy suckin' dick (Bitch)
When you with her, she be bored but when she with me,
she do tricks (Uh, yeah)
Load that Drac' up, landslide through the bricks
Don't think 'cause that gate up, we won't slide through the WIIIC
Bitch, I'm back on that old Rooga shit (The old Rooga)
We know they hood front to back 'cause we be through that bitch
(We know that bitch)
Y'all the type to come through shootin' shit, no, really shootin' shit
Then brag about it on the internet like, "Who got hit?"
Your homie got smoked and what your hood do?
(Nigga, slide)
Nigga, you went and made a diss song
bout what you would do (Nigga, slide)
But it's 'bout what you could do and what you can't do
(What you ain't do)
How you GDK and your own hood don't even claim you?
(They don't even claim you)
Gave that nigga a pass, you should tell me, "Thank you"
(You should tell me, "Thank you")
Sike, fuck I look like rappin' 'bout shit I ain't do?
They like, "That shit happened a year ago, damn, he still trippin'?"
I got so many shots, them boys, like, "Damn, he still blickin'"
(Nigga, I'ma blick)
I be on they block lurkin' and I be hearin' crickets
We done hit they block so much with switches,
they done switched it
So watch your mouth, nigga, I put a period on that sentence
(Watch your mouth)
'Cause usually every crazy story has a ending (Yeah)
I would keep going, I ain't gon' lie, now I'm finished (I'm done)
No, I'm lyin', I'ma keep going (I'm lyin')
Got so many shots, I ain't have no choice but to keep blowin'
Green beam on the laser where is he going
Got your nigga fallin', trippin', what is he doing?
We them active niggas that can't sit down (We get active)
Niggas talk that gangsta shit but half them niggas won't get down
(They be—)
Caught his ass in person, this nigga actin' like a bitch now
(He a bitch now)
Run up on him like, "Fah, nigga, talk that shit now"
Hit the slider so them niggas who don't slide gotta slide
(They gotta slide)
Every nigga reside from that side gotta die
Oh, them niggas, trippin', them niggas slippin', I gotta try
I'm talkin' slippin' so damn hard, I ain't have to strategize (Yeah)
He a mainstream artist 'til we put him underground
(Put him underground)
Your block carry Vogue, nigga, you can't come around
(You can't come around)
When I come around, that tough shit seem to humble down
(Humble down)
Got that fast nigga with me, he gon' run you down
(He gon' run you down)
Caught him with his bitch, he couldn't get a pass,
they had to laid the couple down
All it took was a couple rounds, what you gon' do now? (Yeah)
He got hit in the head, they watched his brains,
ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That boy got so close, it was so gross, he had to change shoes
Mad 'cause I was on Donda 1 and Donda 2
(Yeah, you mad, huh?)
Nigga, you ain't even post the album, you was on Donda too
(Ain't even post the album, nigga)
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