Uh, uh
Boy took nine shots, he a soldier (lemme see that lighter)
Pussy, run with us or get ran over
Young nigga, yeah my pockets look like Yoda

Broski shoot the clip 'til it ain't nothin' left
We cradled to the grave, like Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, uh, nigga, uh

These rap niggas fuck me up, you ain't what you actin' like
Your watch ain't bust down enough, boy you ain't trappin' right
How you miss one-thirty shots? Pussy you ain't even tap it right
Ayy, broski hit him twice this time, make sure he don't come back to life
I been up all night I can't sleep, shit I got insomnia
Come and kill me like you said you was, fuck block calls, I'm tired of 'em
This bitch just told her friend she with me, then she gotta go
Louis V, Tennis sneaks', big drip, Fivio
Broski said, "Don't kill that nigga, he look like a kid"
Fuck it, he was with 'em yesterday in that lil' vid
Broski said, "You can't drill no more cause homie you too lit"
But my homie's killer walkin', shit I'm feelin' like a vic'
Fuck it, ima get a check, and get his wings clipped
I'm super slimey, line a rapper out, shit I 'on't like him
He in critical, he ain't tryna die, he a fighter
I'm tryna light up Whas-his-name, where the lighter?
I ain't know that dogs can turn to snakes
I gave my mans ten, I came back, it was eight
What the fuck? You tryna get plucked?
I'm my own man, bitch I hold my nuts up, yeah, uh
What you know 'bout ridin' in them vans?
What you know 'bout comin' back, pissin' on ya hands?
Uh, haha, lemme keep it rap
How the fuck he beat that body? I think he a rat
I seen how they did that nigga, I almost felt bad
His eyes was rollin' down the street, his head was in his lap
Fuck it, that's just how it go
He was dissin' on the broski, he can't no more, uh, uh

And broski shoot the clip 'til it ain't nothin' left
We cradled to the grave, Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, uh, uh, nigga