[Intro]
Niggas know they ain't standin' a chance with us, nigga
We the fucking mob, nigga
Yeah
[Verse]
When we bounce out them cars niggas go to ducking quick
You can run faster than a fuck, but you can't duck a switch
Fuck the opps, we bend they block screaming "Suck a dick"
Auntie shop, I got drop, she need another fix
Broski whacked [?] and bounced back out in another whip
He thought he was low with that hoe, shot him through the tint
Is it a crime for me to get fly? Spend your rent money just to get high
Bitch said she sick of my shit, I told the bitch "Bye"
Once you go over you stuck, we don't switch sides
You thought that them niggas was up, you tried to dickride
Brodie pop a Perc' and get stuck, it's a lot on his mind
He 5'7, ride with a pistol, and that bitch his size
I go to war with any nigga, I bring it right to yo' momma step
I put twenty on his head, I'm like "Why the fuck y'all ain't drop him yet?"
They like "Papi, he been hiding, the only reason we ain't got him yet"
And when you see him run his ass down, 'til he run out of breath
Bro ain't got no license, but drive the whip like he made for it
Icy as a bitch with two cubans, but he ain't pay for 'em
We get the drop on one of they cribs, and sit and wait for 'em
Bro like a lion on the loose, and you look like steak for him
Long range, brodie like to do his stain, he got great form
I ain't leavin' none of the bros behind, I'ma wait for 'em
We ain't had no wheel to do the drill, we used the skateboard
The opps don't be outside they store, it ain't safe for 'em
About my brother I'ma do twenty-five to life two times
He ain't gotta swing it, I'm shooting my shit a few times
Tell a bold face lie, [?], you committing true crimes
Told Neph "We gon' be rich as a bitch and do time"
Nigga I talk for the trenches
Walk with the hawk, shit get vicious
Up, let it spark, it hit different
A gut shot blew out his appendix
Niggas act like they ain't started when they see how we gon' finish
Nigga I ain't making diss songs, we got enough chops to get your strip gone
I'm banging out broad day, clearing shit
He ran his lip to a bitch, must have thought I wouldn't hear this shit
Bitch, I'm really him, I'm not them, watch who you dealing with
Percs got me seeing funny shit
They hit him in his leg, he can't run again
Ain't no rules, caught him while he had his son with him
He should've had his gun with him
Drac' took his face, he did a hundred flips
Bro don't give a fuck about a rap song, he tryna gun some shit
I don't bring bros to the booth 'cause they might rob the rappers
I don't give a fuck about it if he want a problem after
Nigga this how we coming
Brodie gon' take it if he see something
He forgetful, he always tryna leave something
You'll be on the ground bleeding out your ass
Your man ran, took flight, you got left for dead
They like "Papi, why you so vicious?"
Skinny, and I'm yellow, I ain't takin' shit from no nigga
Been that same way since a baby
God or Allah couldn't save you
Paramedics tryna scoop his brain fragments off the pavement
Middle of the winter, we gon' bounce out blazin'
We ain't walk stages, we put niggas on pages
Pull up to the opp block, tryna see how good my aim is
We only came to take a soul, you gon' die with your chain with you
Rumor has it your cousin and brother got hit with the same pistol
You can diss us all you want, you still gon' wake up to the same issues
