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[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aaaayyee, aye (aye, aye)
On foenem grave, heh heh (heh heh)
You already know how this sh*t go (yeah, yeah)
Back the f*ck up (yeah, aye, aye)
Got my blick on me, got my stick on me (Scrapp Gang)
Don't get blicked homie (Scrapp Gang x6, aye)
Aye, look

[Verse]
I done see n*ggas get smoked for some sh*t he said 'bout a year ago
First shot hit his head, he was already dead fo' he hit the flo'
We got Glocks, hella mops
We be on the block with about 10 of those
You can pop if you flop
Imma shoot this Glock and knock out yo inner soul, aye aye
Imma just turn up my gangster on n*ggas
I'm tired of keeping it cool with these n*ggas
He got in the jam and told on his n*ggas
So tell me, how is you cool with that n*gga?
You say that you gang, and you out there with gang
You an outstanding member, so move with a blicka
Caught him lackin', shot his ass in the liver
He had his ratchet, but you gotta be quicker
I come from the trenches, we jump out the bushes
We hop over fences, I pop out that cut and we got them extensions
My mind is on business, we won't leave no witness
Aye, I get to waving that b*tch
I'm shootin' everything like I ain't got no aim
My n*ggas shootin' from across the 3
You n*ggas ain't got no gang
And Imma keep shootin', till you n*ggas ain't got no pain
No Imma keep shootin', till you n*ggas ain't got no gang
He ain't really tough, he just act hood
Roll his ass up in a backwood
If the Glock don't do it, the MAC would
We don't shoot one n*gga, we clap hoods
I remember I ain't have Ms back then
Now I'm gettin' money from the back ends
I remember I ain't have friends back then
Now n*ggas comin' from the back end
I catch anybody, I'm catchin' a body
And that go for everybody
We be out ridin', lookin' for targets
We might show up at the party
We got them drums and sticks with us
We don't play ball, we done caught it
I keep my heater on me, that b*tch near to my reach
So be careful like Cardi
Shorty said she got a baby by me
I told that b*tch to call Maury
And relationships, sh*t it ain't for me
But I f*ck that b*tch like it's for me
I stick with the left, keep my heat on my right
n*gga you could get left if you ain't comin' right
Then I skrt off and leave yo ass left at the light
That's a DOA, I left him dead on the ride
If we find out where you hangin' at
You know we shootin' there, we don't care who is there
My trunk is small, but it can fit you in there
We just want all the smoke cause we used to that, n*gga
All of that hostility that you got, n*gga
Utilize it on your opps
You think you tough cause you fresh out
You the n*ggas that get shot
Imma keep shootin' till the car stop
No Imma keep shootin' till his heart stop
Naw I'll keep the car parked
Imma run up on a n*gga, put shots all in his car heart
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar
Hellcat flexin' on a muthaf*ckin' cop car
Bullets got rained, shoot him dead in his head
Left the pus*y n*gga dead from far far
[Outro]
Aaaayyee, aye (On foenem grave)
On foenem grave (You already know how this sh*t go)
Don't touch me, you hear me
Don't even look at me
Back the f*ck up
All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass n*ggas
Aye, aye, aye