I hang wit' murderers
I hang wit'
I hang wit'
Ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

We done put some cash on their head, foenem like, "Where to shoot?" (Let's get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch (yeah, yeah), I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)
Money bussin' out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (man, what?)

Lil' bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon' challenge you
I can't even cap, I had that MAC, I held a lot of tool, yeah (ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I'm on the Lam', nigga (bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (let's get it)
Why you namin' him like he could save you? Bitch, he hidin' too
Why you keep on bringin' up the murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin' up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

Von
Niggas always woofin' like they like that (What? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown, he need a life vest (drown, drown, drown)
O'Block on my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah, he ain't like that (nah, nah)
I keep a forty (boom)
Who you got? Why you talkin' 'bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking 'bout you gon' rob me? (Where you at?)
If it's that, where you at? Steady actin' like he cocky (actin' like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a mil' and took off like a rocket (boom, boom)
Booka man smokin' on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin' on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin' I'ma 'oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)
I don't know who you is, boy, I'm chargin' thirty for show
Send it, greenlight, it's a go
And I gotta get it with my pole

Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?
I'm in your cut, nigga (grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know it's up with us (let's get it)
Foenem Houdini, magic trick, they turn you to blunts, nigga (they turn you to blunts)
He tryna get up, like he dyin', like that one nigga (man, what?)

Oh man, y'all just kill my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
He was out with Tooka anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, O'Block shit (yeah)
600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that shit be funny as hell when they ass be
Tweakin' and shit
You get right on they ass