Threw

(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

Long live Mookie Mike, diss him, know you gon' lose yo' life

(Damn Drako, you made this?)

Ain't shit to talk about, just-

Alright, they play with you, ain't shit to talk about

Just pull up, hop out, shoot (come here, come here)

And I don't really like to talk a lot 'cause people hate the truth (they bitch-ass)

Bitch, I popped out with a M and then hopped right back in the booth (I'm on my shit)

Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe (vrr)

You keep talkin' 'bout you did this and that, boy, who the fuck is you?

When we swarmed him, those he froze, his bitch-ass ain't know what to do (his bitch-ass)

I love this money shit, but this shit keep remindin' me of Mook (of Money Mook)

Man, I really hate my opps, them niggas pussier than Boo (his bitch-ass)

And I can't love no bitch at all, bitch, I'ma dog like Uncle Snoop (don't got no love)

This not a game, but we'll kill your ass and run through all your loot (then take your shit)

When we catch Whoo, I'm takin' the driver gun

And bounce out shootin' too (come here, come here, come here, the fuck?)

Try to guard me, I'm gon' cross a nigga up like Uncle Drew (you know that)

Slug hit the lights, Three stomped the gas and now he drivin' like a crew (he gone)

It's just me, G5, and Frog, and we just poured a triple deuce (poured up Tris)

I'm in traffic with a opp ho, gettin' more neck than a goose (shit)

I know them opp niggas want us bad, I told Backend, "No movin' loose"

Take all that actin' killin' shit to an auditionin' for Zeus (with your bitch-ass)

How I got respect, I bought a gun and put that bitch to use (grrah, grrah)

Every time lil' bro nem pop a Perc' they say, "R.I.P. to Juice"

They say the opps out tryna party like the army, I sent a nuke (nigga)

Try to run and I'm gon' chase you down, I'm fast, I used to hoop (come here, come here, you know that)

Dissed on the gang, now that nigga in a box dressed in a suit

The opp just dropped a song, that bitch so weak, we played that shit on mute (that shit so ass)

And if you seen the shit I seen, man, your bitch ass'll probably puke (with your ho-ass)

Brand-new Track' straight off the lot, man, this bitch drive like it got boost

Say he can't slide 'cause they not on they block, boy, that's not no excuse

Fuck BKN but I'm locked in with Leek, we kickin' shit like Bruce