[Intro]
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
$200 Fanta in a styrofoam
30-shot banana in my firearm
Death to any nigga that I slide up on
Supply ya mama with the casket she put flowers on
The Don Dada, the rude boy, the top shotta
Ya ras clot, ya batty boy, go suck ya fadda
I’m bad boy, I warn boy, like Big Poppa
I squeeze choppa, release copper, ya bleed proper
Yeah, empty out the clip 'till the Baretta lock
Circle the block, scope, see if he dead or not
7-shot .38, the lead’ll pop
Squat, squeeze with one eye open like Fetty Wap
And I don’t really wanna expose you, I’m tryna be humble
But deers belong in the woods and not in the jungle
And you ain’t never in the hood, scared them nigga’s will trunk you
Got niggas in your circle now that’s waiting to slump you
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
$200 Fanta in a styrofoam
30-shot banana in my firearm
Death to any nigga that I slide up on
Supply ya mama with the casket she put flowers on
The Don Dada, the rude boy, the top shotta
Ya ras clot, ya batty boy, go suck ya fadda
I’m bad boy, I warn boy, like Big Poppa
I squeeze choppa, release copper, ya bleed proper
Yeah, empty out the clip 'till the Baretta lock
Circle the block, scope, see if he dead or not
7-shot .38, the lead’ll pop
Squat, squeeze with one eye open like Fetty Wap
And I don’t really wanna expose you, I’m tryna be humble
But deers belong in the woods and not in the jungle
And you ain’t never in the hood, scared them nigga’s will trunk you
Got niggas in your circle now that’s waiting to slump you
[Interlude]
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
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