[Verse 1: Crazy Boyz]
I just want you dead, pull up with the fucking lead
[?]
Why the fuck these bitches think I'm mad?
Fuck what all these bitches said
[?]
Just test my luck and try my patience [?]

[Chorus: Viper]
I heard your clique finished last
Word in the hood, ya'll they making more cash
While I'm out here moving this cocaine
Making so much bread, you marks going insane
I done made it my mission
To treat these haters like competition
It's got me wondering, will they ever get they money right?
It's got me happy that thеy'll never join this lavish life

[Verse 2: Viper]
Catch mе in another state, moving big weight
Making top cash while these marks wait
Wondering while ya'll fake, it don't make sense
It don't matter, I'm the realest and that there evident
All these haters jealous cause they envy my swagger
Hit you with that heat and make your ass fall backwards
Fuck what they saying, my clique is the shit
I'm the realest in the grind, and these bustas feel it
Better not step up to my killer
I decapitate a snitch and then go fill a
Bad bitch up with my little nigga
And drop one of you bustlas like the killer and your nigga
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