(I Love you JB)
(Honcho)
(Jon Dior)
(WhyJay made this)
(It's Kosfinger, baby)

Uh, uh
Fuck comin' back with blood, he comin' back with B's
Uh, steppin' back from bluff, he gettin' back with 3's
Ran him down, he race on feet, and gettin' back in jeeps
40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's

Uh, first you hear them guns, and then you hear them pleas
Uh, shots hit him right in the chest, watch him fall right to his knees
Uh, 10K for a hit, I gotta watch him bleed
Uh, I got pounds for low, fifty bowls in this trunk
Uh, switch fuck up his head, they brought his body back
Fuck up the streets in a S550, I'm hot like zombie spat
A white boy hop in the back of the jeeps, in a Abercrombie hat

Yeah
Brodie call my phone, happy as hell, 'cause I bought hella guns
Put a pound on my block, we ran it up now we got hella funds
Free Dudey out that can, OGZK, he made them all run
Niggas lucky I ain't have it way back then, I would of caught one
Now we got the switches on deck, this ain't no regular gun
Big ol' chain on my neck, with a Rollie on my arm
Put the check on ya neck, if I want you dead, you gone
Ya mans had died in that cab, and he get mentioned every song (Rah Rah)
(Ha-ha, Rah Rah)

Yeah
I know I can't trust a bitch because she still Vicky
She made it's holes in my shirt, it's cool it's still Ricky
I just poured up a four, she see it in my face
Yeah, fuck-nigga don't owe money, hell nobody, no cash
What, we just spin back inna hunnid, double that on my dash
Yeah, she said, "Oh my God, Ts, do not crash"
What, I ain't have time to fuck, so she gave me head to last

Fuck comin' back with blood, he comin' back with B's
Uh, steppin' back from bluff, he gettin' back with 3's
Ran him down, he race on feet, and gettin' back in jeeps
40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's