Euthanized lyrics

[Intro]
This sh*t up in here, check
They speak on bodies, we got plenty opps gettin' turned to strain
Turned to strain
Huh, uh (JAYB3ATZ on it, you know that)

[Chorus]
They speak on bodies, we got plenty opps gettin' turned to strain (Exquisite)
Heard they just knocked off your lil' mans, he shouldn't been f*ckin' playin'
Just talked to dude, he said it's off the love, this sh*t ain't 'bout no band
If we step on you, you try live through your son, you gon' get whacked again (That n*gga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Cold-hearted, heartless, whatever you wanna call this sh*t
Just know that we some steppers, I still ain't used to ballin', b*tch
They ain't wanna put me in, I 'member I used to write the b*tch
Get the drops, we go and spin, chew you in person on some violent sh*t
That b*tch too f*ckin' big, I ain't even try to hide the stick
I don't give a f*ck if he kid, make bro 'nem euthanize the b*tch
Swear this switch in the crowd, don't give no f*ck 'bout who get hit
I been makin' my brother proud by knockin' n*ggas off the list

[Verse]
I got scoliosis, but I don't feel it when I be walkin' down
Twenty-two stick hit that b*tch from a distance, it won't make a sound
Sneaky lil' b*tch, I f*cked on his lil' ho soon as he went around
Tag, you it, up this b*tch out my pants tryna step on a clown
Mama say, "You famous, boy, go sit your stupid ass down"
Got my respect through murder (Murder, n*gga), we done dropped bodies 'cross the whole town
Ain't never stepped on sh*t, n*ggas be cap as f*ck with no gowns
Can't trust no n*gga like me 'cause, b*tch, I'm low down
I went to Mike Amiri from Tommy Hilfiger
(Lil' bro say he can't live without them pills 'cause he kill n*ggas)
b*tch, I'm from Mobile, when sh*t get real in that field, keep your steel with you
I could die today, just know I'm still with you (Still)
[Chorus]
They speak on bodies, we got plenty opps gettin' turned to strain
Heard they just knocked off your lil' mans, he shouldn't been f*ckin' playin'
Just talked to dude, he said it's off the love, this sh*t ain't 'bout no band
If we step on you, you try live through your son, you gon' get whacked again
Cold-hearted, heartless, whatever you wanna call this sh*t
Just know that we some steppers, I still ain't used to ballin', b*tch
They ain't wanna put me in, I 'member I used to write the b*tch
Get the drops, we go and spin, chew you in person on some violent sh*t
That b*tch too f*ckin' big, I ain't even try to hide the stick
I don't give a f*ck if he kid, make bro 'nem euthanize the b*tch
Swear this switch in the crowd, don't give no f*ck 'bout who get hit
I been makin' my brother proud by knockin' n*ggas off the list