[Verse 1]
I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called
With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum"
Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong
You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong
I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone
I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole
I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone
I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none
These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done
Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs
Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love
Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out
Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side
I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul
If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole
Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes
Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones)
And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score
And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score
Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold
Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack)
Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him
Foenem got him, he gon' be dead
I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle?
His ass a rat, I know he tattle
I know day one's who was here for the battle
I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called
With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum"
Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong
You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong
I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone
I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole
I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone
I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none
These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done
Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs
Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love
Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out
Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side
I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul
If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole
Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes
Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones)
And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score
And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score
Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold
Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack)
Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him
Foenem got him, he gon' be dead
I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle?
His ass a rat, I know he tattle
I know day one's who was here for the battle
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