Exposing Me Remix

Ayy, Ewell

I 'on't want no autotune, fuck all that shit

Steve Chill on the beat

Sliz Dreams

This how they want me to come

Back the fuck up, ayy, ayy

That's the way it go

I'ma hit this cunt, you hit that cut

Betta know which way to go

Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know

Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O

Drop a bag on ya head, my shootas get paid to blow

Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O

Let off 23 then 7 more, that's how I come for bro

T. Roy ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it though

They got so many dead niggas, bitch I don't know who to smoke

I 'on't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil Boo to go

I can see him through the smoke

Ayy, ayy, caught his ass comin' out yo crib, shot him through the door

Tweakin' off the mids, I think Lil Steve comin' through the floor

He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status

He on the internet laughin', cappin', then got caught without it

Fuck yo homie dead, you heard what I said

Fuck Sheroid, fuck Odee, fuck D-Thang, and fuck Tire Head

You niggas hoes to me, you couldn't even get close to me

I keep my heater, it's right by my side

So watch how you walk when approachin' me

Ayy, baldy got smoked by a tree

Run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf

Now they chalkin' up the street

For walkin' up the street, please stop talkin' up the beef

J Money got it the worst of me, that's how it's supposed to be

There's a lot of niggas that I'm not even

Gon' mention but they where they supposed to be

Uh, niggas be thinkin' they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me

Boy I been smokin' your homie, this shit chokin' me

Mentioning Scrapp ain't gon' get you shit but a brand new grave

We do it for Scrapp, we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks

I'm fresh of a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same Glock

You know what it is, we comin' for more, might shoot up the same block

These niggas mentionin' Tooka, I'll fuck around, send you to meet him

I don't got my Glock, when I see an 'opp, on bro I'ma beat 'em

I'm smokin' Lil Steve can't breath, I'm thinkin' it's over

I wish I was right there when Lil Boo

Got slumped, I would've ran his shit over

(Hold on, hold on, hold on, who is Steve on?)

Pass him to me, we just add him to the family tree

Smacked his ass with the back of the heat

Stello got hit from the back of the seat

(Damn, the back of the seat?)

He tried to get up from the back of the seat

They left his head in the back of the seat

Murder? Who you murdered?

Talkin' about you flippin' shit, what? A burger?

Boy you nervous, you ain't never shot no one in person

You niggas bitches, where y'all purses?

Man you niggas went and dyed y'all hair on purpose

But was it worth it? How that's workin'?

Man I wouldn't be surprised if they start twerkin'

Told 'em stay in tune, bitch I'm workin'

Please don't think shit chicken, this ain't Church, nuh

Tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses

I should get a million for these verses

On foenem grave

You already know how this shit go

Got my blick on me, got my stick on me

Back the fuck up

All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas

Memo, stop wearin' that fake ass shit out your daddy van

Bitch!