Yall wanna see a dead body?
Yeah!
Slatt
Slime
Stop the v watch how I hop out n go get his ass
My mans missed a shot on the opp, I almost killed his ass
I'm in this bitch with the smacks, you know we spanking ass
I catch a opp, I swing the button, I bet that he won't get a pass
He made that diss, I get that loc, you know, we on his ass
Don't give a fuck, I swing the button know I'm finna crash
Slatt, bro threw 60 on this rizzy
Catch a opp, I got this kriss swing this bitch I'm getting busy
I catch a hop, I bet I give his ass 50
Niggas hoes, I'm in the city, ain't on shit, come get up wimme
Stop the whip, I'm hopping out, see a opp, can't talk it out
Took that gun off his ass, like, what the fuck you talking about
All I had was smackers, had them killers, inside yo home
Ask them how they did grit, man, they did that nigga boed
Rocking out with the A-Rizzy, with a button inside my draws
Why these niggas keep on dissing, say my name inside them songs nigga
Fuck that nigga, chain, I want his life
Ain't been no sweetie round me bitch, you know I'm taking pipes
Sliding with the pro pad cause ain't no key up in the strike,
You ain't surviving onat drills stand over
him, take his life
Nigga, double o 45, we come through banging at yo shit
Caught his ass lacking, should've left him stacking on that skit
Out the whip with Big 4 Nicky, up that bitch and let it spit
Nigga, know that we the do its don't send he we do a blitz
Clutching on a big A-Rizzy, this bitch came with double clips
Nigga, try to diss my pops, I'm smoking jugg from out the zip
Nigga, gone smoke his ass out the bow
We was outside on the set, it's 3AM, we trying to sco
We gon' hit that nigga buck, my nigga Reap say it's a go
While the fuck is JR dissing, he ain't never had no pole
I'm in the strike with Lil' Za, don't let us get them niggas loc
We gon' push up in that track, he tryna see what niggas on
And I ain't never heard a dog like, why you put us in that song
How many times I gotta tell you, I'm getting money, niggas, broke
I'm high as fuck, we smoking doggie out the bow
When we hit that nigga block, I'm hopping out, that's how it go
Murder ones and DOAs, my niggas specialized in it
Don't know why they play with me, knowing my brother kill, niggas
Hopping out with A.R.P., I'm tryna make them feel this one
I'm Hopping out with A.R.P., I'm tryna catch a lil' four
We took that lil' nigga gun, and then we ran up out the door
Lil bro just took that nigga blick, I had to act like I ain't know
Lil grit down, they sent his stupid ass all is fuckin', bros
Dan got popped at and lil Brody got his blick took
Every time they get behind, I bet we scratch off on the hook
Me and Kai was back to back, you get behind, we leave you cooked
Me and Baby J, we push up on your whip, and leave you shook
Yeah, this shit stankin' in them whips
Yeah, I know I claim the 8, but you can catch me on the 6
Don't give a fuck about who you with, boy, I'll fry you with your bitch
They know Tay-Tay got the wheels, so I'm the driver on that skit
They know Tay-Tay got the wheels, so it's a go
Go ask about your brother, yeah, we talkin' bout Lil' Four
They had took him out, his blick, I had to fake like I ain't know
Shout out to Lil' Dan cousin freaky bitch gave up the lo
Bro gone drive this bitch, he see a face, he hoppin' out
Shit, I ain't boxin' with that nigga, I'm gon' chalk him out
Free cuz I get a loc you know we spinnin'
I'm out the window, with the yoppa know, I'm trippin'
I get that loc, then I'm gon' peel em
Niggas hoes, they never was on, shit, I never feel em
They had popped yo brother up, and you had cried get out yo feelings
Walk in the party with them blicks cause Niggas know that we them niggas
Bro threw switchy on his glizzy
Catch a opp, I'll give him 50
I don't fuck on basic hoes, them bitches bad and they picky
I threw 30 on the smitty
Brother come and double titty
Slatt
Slime
Wait a second, there's something else down here
Oh, holy Christ on the cross