Letras
(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones, twos, nigga)
Yeah, nigga, huh
(Manny, you crazy)
Yeah, nigga, BD
Huh, huh
Nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh
He got two guns, but he got a Drac' in the backseat, he totin' it for nothin' (for what?)
You 'posed to have that ho in the passenger seat or put it in your palms
I'm from West Memphis, we don't put no gun in the back, put that shit in the front (the West)
Real opps killer, they tried to foul me, shit wasn't even an and-one
(Yeah, I got Cam on the ones, twos, nigga)
Let me break it down, you niggas ain't right, I knew that shit from the begun
Fuck you niggas, I ain't tryna be cool with you no more, I ain't tryna redone (fuck you)
I'm one-eighty-five, you can't sit with me, you one-twenty, watch your lungs
Tryna match with me, you ain't got enough, I'm a grown man, you ain't got funds (broke ass)
Every time you get pulled over, you panickin', nigga, shut your bitch-ass up (damn)
Whenever I run into laws, ain't answer no questions, just put me in cuffs (fuck 'em)
CPF motor, this street shit in my mind when I'm growin' up (too fast, nigga)
Every time he hear- he throwin' up (you the police)
It's 8 a.m., slidin' through, called Ken and told lil' bro swallow the button (shh)
He ain't mad, he know what come with this shit, he feel like a slut (you feel me?)
Lil' bro, you only sixteen, I don't wanna see you doin' ten, tuck your nuts (lil'-ass nigga)
Mad as fuck, this ho goin' 220v like I should've flushed (shh)
Back for a 'bow off in a McLaren, I switched off SRT (all by myself)
You try to hit my car, I'ma jump out, put your ass on feet (you know it)
You better think like is it worth it? Now it's scars on your knees
If I jump off this fuckin' bridge, is you gon' come after me? (I'ma blow it)
He got two guns, but he got a Drac' in the backseat, he totin' it for nothin' (for what?)
You 'posed to have that ho in the passenger seat or put it in your palms (shh)
I'm from West Memphis, we don't put no gun in the back, put that shit in the front (from that West)
Real opps killer, they tried to foul me, shit wasn't even an and-one
Let me break it down, you niggas ain't right, I knew that shit from the begun
Fuck you niggas, I ain't tryna be cool with you no more, I ain't tryna redone (fuck you)
I'm one-eighty-five, you can't sit with me, you one-twenty, watch your lungs
Tryna match with me, you ain't got enough, I'm a grown man, you ain't got funds
Broke-ass nigga tryna mention me for views, bum-ass niggas ain't got no funds (bum-ass)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout bodies, but ain't caught one, I been put a B on my gun
We leave shit on the curb whenever we swerve, shots fired, he couldn't even run
I go to jail, I'm makin' my bail, my opps be sittin' on a 2K bond (old broke-ass nigga)
Niggas be talkin' that gangster shit, bitch-ass niggas ain't gon' do nothin' (nigga)
We gon' kill that opp-ass bitch and make his mama bury his son (bury his ass)
Drop a bag on an opp, stay gettin' it done
Bounced out on him, switch tore up his lungs (ah-ah-ah)
Hit him with twelve, got hit with a ton (brrt)
.308, chop sound like a bomb (grraow)
7.62 bullets look like a thong
Shot up his send-off, he died for a poem (ah-ah-ah)
Opps got kids, hope they die young
That nigga a rat, need to cut out his tongue (old snitch-ass nigga)
Caught him on his block, left him dead where he from
Craig, get up, he can't, he slumped
Beat up his ride, he couldn't even dump
Head on his horn, all we heard was a honk
He got two guns, but he got a Drac' in the backseat, he totin' it for nothin'
You 'posed to have that ho in the passenger seat or put it in your palms
I'm from West Memphis, we don't put no gun in the back, put that shit in the front
Real opps killer, they tried to foul me, shit wasn't even an and-one
Let me break it down, you niggas ain't right, I knew that shit from the begun
Fuck you niggas, I ain't tryna be cool with you no more, I ain't tryna redone
I'm one-eighty-five, you can't sit with me, you one-twenty, watch your lungs
Tryna match with me, you ain't got enough, I'm a grown man, you ain't got funds