Lyrics
I swear they gon pay for the shit that they said , i ain't passing the ball what the fuck is you ed ?
Drop trillers ain't get back for your dead , i know keem looking down and he shaking his head
No need for a skii face covered with dreads , no beef with dae savv seen the opps and he fled
Made em bleed for the tears that was shed , 2 beams on the G one green , one red
All these Vics i just wonder who's next , they keep saying my name and they don't even step
On court i ball hard for my set , brodie told me suit up had to throw on the tech
You gonna get what u get better not be upset , niggas better not loaf cause i'm feening for rec
Bro's telling me chill because they know im up next but i don't give a fuck tryna empty this tech
Opp thot got her feening for sex, get the fuxk out my face and go line me a jet
Two deep we gon troop through they jects, just me & the boss on feet in the stead
Spooky heard shots and that nigga played dead
Should really be one in his head
I don't know why they tappin they leg, i ain't never get tagged and that's word too my dead
Niggas lucky we missed would've been a new spliff, like G start jamming im smacking the grip
Kev seen the flash like we taking a flick , not smoking akim then you seeing the clip
Like how niggas saying my name, but they ain't never put in no pain
I kould merch there was nights that i trooped through the rain, feening to flick in trying to let it flame
Kb what the fuck have you did for your gang? besides arching your back yea that nigga a lame
Niggas beefing with mooks i'm about to go insane, stop arching your back and put on for your name