[Intro]
WoodleyOnThaBeat
Uno got the streets goin crazy
Slayer
Awww forever strapped like strapped
N***a better not play, 8 shots off to his trap
You know its tapped in, its [?] and then its up and off the map c'mon (Yuh)
We be servin' out your trap
We be poppin' in and poppin' out (K shit)
N***a know we wet this shit up (They gotta pay shit)
Send him to the ER, we don't got no patience (he don't make it)
I'm tryna smoke up on this pack but they keep tryna weigh it

[Verse 1]
I could paralyze you with these words, n***a that's that backtalk
Drop the coupe in sports and up the k and watch him back off
Your son got in the way, shit that's the reason he got mad sauce
All it take is one n***a to fall and we gon latch on
Try to prevent this shit but all that rappin get him knocked off
I'm grippin on' this stick I know them n***as want me wiped off
I beat the block up in some Off-Whites
No I beat the block up in some low nikes
I'm with Rambezzy double O my n***a don't type (at all)
You know the reason I FaceTime is cause we don't Skype
That other hoe give me face time I got her face right
Call me big glockneezy or lil G9
This a big 4 fever this a 45
Got a big boy heater on my right side
Say I fell off near where the cliff cause I might die
I might jump up off of the edge, do em like Mike
Forever strapped like strapped, he got nine lives
I might overdose on dope before they take mine
This lil baby on my jersey grizzly gang out
I got lil 8 wit me for real, he gon bang out
Oh G go ape with that steel, let it rang out
I want this pack but it's a hassle he don't hang out
Oh bout to drop a bag I love to stand over ya guy
Let's be real, I ain't pop them n***as out of town
They was speakin on my cousins shit was hella foul
Like [?] we gon run the play if out of bounds
Bitch I'm a man n***a Imma stand behind my mouth
Whatev I say that what I mean when its coming out
Them n***as hatin' on me I'm the one who made the way
The reason they shit even getting views, the reason they gettin plays
Man let's keep that shit a blue, you been knew where I stay
Oh you thought you did? These n***as shoot [?] K's
I'm saying [?] as fuck
Nervous and stuck
Put that on lil bukk
We tear shit up
If he speakin on that 9, then boy you testin all your luck
Last n***a almost died a lame I gon speak on bruh
That pussy ain't got no bodies like he all to himself
His bitch got more bodies than him, cause she fuck from here to there
I turn up and get savage show my aim and that's on him
To be real I wanna start rapping I'm back lil bitch I'm him
N***a why you got the rats off in your trap to get cheese
Swear to god I brought the racks back to the brick that's where she squeeze
Imma turn up in this ratchet for lil bukk cause he'll want it
N***a know we face-to-face killas and grill our opponents
[?] Run up on me bitch Imma dome him
He gon leave a pamper shitty how I left him on the corner
Imma talkin get his county this where he reside this where he sleep
Tryna run on up on G9 like he was tough and I was sweet
Turn this shitstorm to blood fuck 'round and rob the whole street
That for thinking I'm a rapper cause my chains and diamond teeth
That hoe keep tryna touch my penis finna slap her where she wink (Yup)
And how I show that pussy ass hoe can't see
I was born in blood what that mean? Bitch imma be
At the Florida hospital, quickest way to take [?]
I'll pop your granddad, Ion give a fuck if he Hercules
I put it in her arteries, had her screamin you hurtin me
That boy got rushed to the ER he need some surgery
Ain't no breath in his body that's where he took his last breathe
Bitch I'm [?] fuck the cops, tell the opps to murder me
I know he talkin like he is but that boy won't hurt a thing
Fin' go bust a [?] watch his backyard on the vinetrees
You know we bust your grave we spin ya top and let them eyes rain
N***a reach for my jewelry come on I want you to snatch my chain
He bet' not touch a diamond I go to find he hollerin aw mane
I'm talkin face shots we scorin shit you know, ball game
I say we hit ya ass from deep like Steph Curry, long range
Lil bitch I'm KD with the Warriors you know, two rings
That boy ain't shoot shit he lyin he gots, no aim
I spot two opps got em, donce
Fuck around throw dope when you see me n***a that's a done case
How yo momma cryin them tears? All she can do pray
N***a we carnivores we eat humans to this day
Them baby vultures want some rat, they label them n***as prey
But we might snitch them before them, you know like we in a race
I got some BlueDarters for real, shooters from APK
They don't know smoke for real bruh just listen I say
AFNF All Fam No Friends n***a I dont do face
My shooter aimin' at your wig might just hit your toupee
Im stressin ain't no n***a harder than me that's what I say
You ain't have shit harder than me n***a I'm James (James Harden n***a)
I got left off in that water had to doggy paddle back to safety
I fucked around and brought my .43 this no .380
Born in 2000 you know we I'm part of new generation (2000's baby)
You know we wylin, you know once we up we get to sprayin
Hol on, why they flexin?
Why they actin like we never put shit on a stretcher
They know we wet shit up and leave them shells for the detectives
When I board my flight I got security, he wretched up
No way before I [?] so I bust my metal
Fucked around and gave them n***as time up on my schedule
No n***a harder or lyrical than me or better
Since you know I gotta have confidence my [?] finna jetta
In that stolo VW Volkswag' with the beretta
N***as make fake IGs just to sell out and do all that extra
Told him to check [?] courts Bobby ain't my name ain't no tellin
All you’ll wanna see is Jacquavius Smith got charged with another felon
But we gon' speak on that another day bout bukk I go to heaven
You want some really n***a? Get that shit done and Imma tell 'em
I'm in this four door car drivin this bitch like it's a felon
You know we wreckless jits, robbin and poppin and then we dwellin
RIP