[Intro]
Aye, big FYB bitch I ain't tryna talk
Y’all know what the fuck is goin' on, don't talk to me
Big FYB I thought that
Graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa
Aye, this how Imma do this one

[Verse]
I’m ridin' through the 'Raq smoking' LA cause that rapper dead
This a real rapper weed I'm tired of smoking' tirehead
N***as talking crazy but I know y'all heard my dead opps
Kobe got his ass caught, J-Money took a headshot
Catch an opp we wack an opp bitch you can't out run red dot
Lost my fuckin’ man [?] RG to a tire shop
Ever since that fuckin’ day won't catch me without my damn Glock
Where the fuck is Waldo I ain’t seen em' got his ass dropped
They found Nuski stuffed up in a car just like they did Pac
Caught a goofy tryna buy some shoes, he got his ass shot
They say "Hey J Mane what you smokin'?" Bitch 300 dead opps
Where the fuck is Fredo buried at so I can dig em' up
Heard he overdosed off lean damn, wish I hit him up
Mr.Disrespectful, problem child I never gave a fuck
N***as act like bitches straight, Madeas pull your panties up
Big FYB bitch if you ain’t gang then you can't hang with us
Tookaville to ArchieGang bitch I'm never changin' up
Lil Steve got hit up on king drive and he ain't gettin' up
Memo steady makin' disses bitch go pick you brother up
Caught LA comin' out that studio and then they lit him up
LA probably still be livn' Lil durk shouldn't have gassed him up
Fuck your favorite rappers n***as pussy Imma smack them up
Free the opps up out the county, bitch I wanna line em' up
Free the opps up out the county, bitch I wanna light em' up
I don't know who to smoke (Bitch), I don't know who to smoke
They got so many dead n***as, I don't know who to smoke
I don't know who to smoke (Bitch), I don't know who to smoke
They got so many dead n***as, I don't know who to smoke
Stello got hit in his shit
Lil Rob got hit with the mop
Fuck 600 O'Block
We comin' through with them chops
If they standing' outside we gonna shoot up the block
J-Money got shot in the face he was walking down Rhodes and we made him a day
Goofy we don't play better watch what you say
He dissin' the gang he get killed in a day
Shootas in the cut like paper
[?] we got Glocks with them lasers
We catch 'em, we smoke 'em, no passin' no favors
I'm smokin' T.Roy 300 the flavor
I'm tired of these rappin' ass n***as
They wanna be gangsta, I swear that these n***as some lames
You thinkin' shit sweet, you mention the guys
You think it's a gang, get killed for a name
Every time they make a diss anotha' oppa gettin' dropped
T.Roy tried to run but he couldn't make it to the car
ShytSplack Gang get on yo ass, you won't make it very far
All my n***as BDK and this shit'll never stop