This n*gga rolling in his grave gang,
I know a dead man down,
He got blow with a f*ckin 40,
Why the f*ck they askin who I smoke, when they already know it?
Watch what you be sayin in this bitch, before we start blowin,

Go,
Turn me up,
Bitch,
Dead opps all in the ash tray
Why you concerned?
You miss your brotha,
You want to see him,
You better wait your turn,
Well do you like we did his dumb ass?
How you ain’t learn bitch?
Put your ass on that list,
Drop em with this choppa,
We don’t mother f*ckin miss,

Choppa kiss him,
Where the mistletoe?
Teki rollin in his grave,
Like a f*ckin stone,
I don’t smoke Kendre,
Let me at em,
Ay I swear to god,
This pussy n*gga,
Like where his crew,
Gang,
Pull his card
Dead man,
Dead man down,
It’s a f*ckin war,
A hundred shots,
It’s raining, let it f*cking pour,
F*ck it,
Name a core

Gang,
Let’s go,
Put your ass on that list,
Shooting with this choppa,
We don’t mother f*ckin miss,
They say G3 was sitting down when he got shot,
I’m not saying he was on the toilet,
But they shot him in his shit gang,
F*ck,
Give me the pistol,
Halfway scratch em off the list,
He ain’t getting off that bitch,
Until his ass don't exist
Countin down start with nine,
Eight just killed the six,
Five, four,
Three five dead,
Two shit,
I’m not the one to play with,
I’m known for letting that K spit,
I lost my voice,
And I lost my mind,
I don’t know which one to chase shit,
All these n*ggas talkin like they want it,
But know who to play with,
Bitch show me my opponent,
And just get a grave digged,

I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with you n*ggas,
Know what I’m sayin?
You goin die