[Intro: Chris Warren]
D-Generation X
D-Generation
[Verse 1]
I’ll knock your fucking head off your shoulders bitch watch your mouth
You’ll think we with the secret service the way we finna watch your house
Took the sneak-in through a nigga front lawn like it's foxes 'round
Throw 62 grams in a pot I’m finna lock it down
He used to be the man in the spot then they shot him down
I’m balling slide foreign niggas trying to knock me out of bounds
The block hot them niggas dropping they looking for me I'm not around
They pouring liquor at that nigga grave site go ahead pop it now
I might slide out to Philly get some smack from my brother Quanny
I came hеre high as shit I just smacked up another Johnny
Button on thе back of my G-Lock I feel like Trump and them
You a pussy rapping ass nigga like “Lil Pump” and them
Cuz’ be whooping your ass until you blue I’m still jumping in
Bitch I'm Ox with that Drake who the fuck wan' rump with this?
If you ain’t gon’ shoot get out the mother fucking wheel I’m on some other shit
I don’t know you I’ll gun your ass down watch who you fucking with
[Interlude]
Jumping out hit everybody fuck it
[Verse 2]
Jumping out that car hit everybody that’s on that fucking block
A hollow hit him dead in the face we left before he dropped
Told cuz’ “You gon’ get another chain you get another opp”
“He said I already got two chains now I want a watch”
We the ones that got the murder rate times ten in this bitch
Drop a diss song if you want then we spinning your shit
It’s a drum on the Drac bitch you know how many fit in this?
I don’t give a fuck who started what me and my niggas come to finish it
I jump out that car like I ain’t got it in my name
He was icy as a bitch until we shot him out his chain
They say “I be talking crazy” you better know it ain’t a game
5.56 bullets blow a nigga out the frame
I’m the smack man, the murder man, the dog man the top one
A real mother fucking gangster around here you not one
I make the call and get you whacked
I walk a nigga down myself
It’s something big bulging off my waist but that’s not my belt
Brodie got hit five times in his gut I don’t know how he felt
They jump out the car broad day and hit him while his baby mama was there
Ain’t no rules in this shit nigga you know we come wiping shit
I was in the trap breaking slabs I don’t know nothing about swiping shit
AP on my wrist but little cuz will give his life for this
I only fuck cause she your BM nigga I don’t even like the bitch
