Karma hit a n#gg# quick
b#tch caught me lackin n#gg# tried to jack me
Stay alert at all times i learned that from my daddy
My bird fed me cold games she like my second daddy
Yeah it’s all fun games till that ratchet b#tch you f#cking f#ckin set you up
I told my youngin if they see you better wet em up
It do or die if you ain’t riding wit me commit suicide
Die slow n#gg#
Everybody wanna ride until it’s time to go to war
Playing p#ss# be the quickest way to get put out the car
Don’t question me bout what i saw cuz i ain’t see sh#t
Jumped in that water wit some n#gg#s that got sea sick
Cutta gotta couple body’s should i keep it
P-90 gotta couple bodies imma keep this
Growin up they alway said i would be sh#t
Heard he survived so his block gotta get re hit
My b#tch brought me a new glizzy she kno imma shooting star
Running from these hallo tips like running from a car it ain’t gone work
Tried to hit the cut & jump the fence they ripping through his shirt
Got em gone for the same price that i charge to do a verse
Now what’s the opposite of me
A f#ck boy
b#tch n#gg#
Never got no money cuz you really out chea bull sh#tting
You know how it be when da block get hot
Keep running to yo dad we gone end up popping yo pops
Momma taught me how to break dance i was poppin locks 
Use to be catching pop fly’s
Now i be catching pops
Use to drive by now we walk down on a opp
Cuz them drive by be the reason n#gg# still alive
Still don’t f#ck wit n#gg# that don’t f#ck wit me
n#gg# calling my hoe cheese cause she f#ckin wit a g
Not the mhadi type
Pull up crack a n#gg# in his sh#t, catch a body type
Real n#gg# in my dna what’s yo body type
I was underground then i surfaced
Don’t talk to me bout money you ain’t getting it in person
I keep it old school i ain’t trying be a serpent
Get out yo body imma let these b#tches serve you
I ain’t really into sending threats i don’t beef over the net ain’t got time for that f#ck sh#t
You already know who i run wit
And heavy ammunition that what we come wit
911 it an emergency
Somebody tired rob juve he gone need surgery
From st. louis to new orleans yeah they heard of me
My jack consist of kidnap on arm robbery
When i was bummy they ain’t love me now they proud of me
I know one thing none of these n#gg#s down to ride for me
I keep my pistol cause i know they trying to slide on me
Shots to the head imma make sure that you die quickly 
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