Survival Of The Fittest Gxner.

[Intro]
Эй сука, зашей мне ебало
You're a goner

[Chorus]
Uh, bro, he needs to shut up, cause a problem, he get rolled
Truey jeans along with Prada, couple hundred on these hoes
Hit your mother and your father, they be laying down below
Baby, you won’t see tomorrow, you gon' exit as a soul

[Bridge 1]
Yeah, somebody is not walking out alive
(Somebody is not walking out alive)
Yeah, somebody is not walking out alive
(Somebody is not walking out alive)

[Verse]
I'm in your crib, I’m going stupid ho, I dump that
I got a stick and when I shoot, he's in a Runtz pack
This a brand new blick, it's gonna hit right where his lunch at
That ho blowing Nic', still suck my stuck and now her lungs black
Yeah, little ho, like, what you running from?
I don't need no body bags, you fit in the trunk
Spin it back click, click, clack, turn him to some dust
(Spin it back click, click, clack, turn him to some dust)
Man I'm too locked in, ain't nobody catching up
I'm wearing Trueys, shooting slugs
We aren’t the same, we never was, yeah
Yeah, and now, this ho give me top in the background
He drop his addy, I pull up and smack down
Make him a zombie when I pull the mag out