[Verse 1]
A nigga really just been tryna stay lowkey
But the opps keep fuckin' with me (They keep on fuckin')
And if it's beef, I'ma keep it in the motherfuckin' streets
Broad day when we meet, I'ma let off my heat
I'm too street for this industry, I got thug tendencies
Niggas wanna finish me, but they ain't gonna finish me
Caught the nigga slippin' got to clippin' with this lemon squeeze (I'ma leave you dead)
.223's, AR-15's, it got the heated beams
I'm too drugged, bitch I'm crazy 'cause it got a nigga seeing things
Ran off with this choppa 'cause I hit him with a fifty piece
Fuck them crackers 'cause them pussy niggas wanna sentence me
I thought I killed him twice I had a murder epiphany
I be killin', I be drillin', like I'm in the dentistry
Got my bitch to set 'em up, while he was at the DoubleTree
If you owe me, bitch you better pay me or it's up with me
I ain't squashin' shit, if it's up, bitch it's stuck with me
Bitch you know what happen, caught him lackin' out in traffic
Handguns and automatics saw 'em then I got to clappin'
Twenty-one shots up in this caddy, say that I'm a savage
Roll down the window like "what's crackin'?" and then it turn tragic
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (They ain't fuckin' with you)
Real-
A nigga really just been tryna stay lowkey
But the opps keep fuckin' with me (They keep on fuckin')
And if it's beef, I'ma keep it in the motherfuckin' streets
Broad day when we meet, I'ma let off my heat
I'm too street for this industry, I got thug tendencies
Niggas wanna finish me, but they ain't gonna finish me
Caught the nigga slippin' got to clippin' with this lemon squeeze (I'ma leave you dead)
.223's, AR-15's, it got the heated beams
I'm too drugged, bitch I'm crazy 'cause it got a nigga seeing things
Ran off with this choppa 'cause I hit him with a fifty piece
Fuck them crackers 'cause them pussy niggas wanna sentence me
I thought I killed him twice I had a murder epiphany
I be killin', I be drillin', like I'm in the dentistry
Got my bitch to set 'em up, while he was at the DoubleTree
If you owe me, bitch you better pay me or it's up with me
I ain't squashin' shit, if it's up, bitch it's stuck with me
Bitch you know what happen, caught him lackin' out in traffic
Handguns and automatics saw 'em then I got to clappin'
Twenty-one shots up in this caddy, say that I'm a savage
Roll down the window like "what's crackin'?" and then it turn tragic
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (They ain't fuckin' with you)
Real-
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