Uh (Livvy in this bitch)
(Pull up and we send hot shit), uh
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Bugz on the beat), uh
Look, jump on the crowd then I stage dive
I came up thuggin' with StrayDrive
We leave him slumped with a face-shot
Sparkin' this 'Wood, make his grave hot
We make him talk, but his gang's rocked
Post with a drum on the eight-block
Me and Lil Foe had the same Glock
How you ain't blow when your mans died?
Uh, look
Know I won't play with, don't try me, you crazy
Them shots get to sprayin' and go, "Boom"
We kill him now, ain't no later, we caught him, we face him
One-shot, we gon' make it go smooth
Bro put a switch on the back of his tool
I use to trap in the home, with the goons
Lil Roc don't rap, bitch, you know what he do
So many packs, I don't know who is who
My lil' shorty walk over close and do FaceTime
We only tote Fifty-Shots-Glizzy's or better
We praise through the opps every day of the week
Since my lil' homie died out there chasin' this cheddar
Dissin' on Maji, how you met up with shh (Shh)
Like my killers won't come spin the block wearin' sweaters
I pray my shooters stay tall, and they jammin'
For whoever get caught for that shit that had happened
Was sayin' you fuck with them niggas we beefin' with
Better get low 'fore I send out them clappers
He throw 8 in this bitch, guarantee he get shot
I know Benji a wetter
Shooters along with them sticks, know none of 'em miss
I don't know who shoot better
Uh, we got the lo' from his ho'
She the reason we sat on the spot bein' extra
Uh, we spin the opps in a Tesla
You pull up next us, make sure your weapons are armed
Hollow tips hit, fuck his melon up
He don't need medical, they need to dress him up
Uh, bitch, I want smoke with whoever you think
I'm a veteran way I been steppin' up
Uh, we like to aim for the neck and up
He see his window roll down then he better duck
Uh, slide up a hustler, you testin' your luck
Creepin' up, heard his last words was, "The fuck?"
Schooled up lil' bro, was a nerd, now he tough
They just keep losin', enough is enough
Every time niggas die, see then claimin' we did it
They say we the reason the opps keep on cliquing
Wait 'til he come out, watch him stumblin', get him
Do a hit, catch a flight, we been standin' on business
I come from the 6, talkin' where shit get ugly
When I called a play we finessed him for some'
When I signed a deal, niggas said that we left
Niggas mad, now me and all my niggas gettin' money
All of my lil' shorties hot, bust hard off a pill
On the block tryna pop out for nothin'
We've been up to school and they said that he ain't come down
So weak, he must know how we comin'
Give him a face shot, uh, we left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh, we left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh, we left his face hot, uh
Give him a face shot, uh, we left his face hot, uh