[Intro: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
Grahh, grahh (Don't fuckin' run)
Everything dead (Suck my dick, nigga)
41 shots to the head, like what? (Ahh, like what?)
Grahh, grahh, boom bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom bitch)
Yo YP, let 'em know it's Carter, dickhead
Everybody shot, nigga, everything dead (Honcho)
[Verse 1: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
He tried to run, and got hit by the rocket (What?)
They know my body, the knock on my body (The knock on my body, nigga)
I'm with KR, he rollin' up Dotty (Dotty)
Brodie might 'oot if you movin' too hotty (Suck my dick)
If I get locked, I'd never say a thing (Yo, Smallz, turn me up, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Big 41, I do it for my team (Everybody shot)
I told Jenn, "Bring the Jenny", she ready (She what?)
'Oot at the Lakers, 'bout to win a [?] ('Bout to win a what? Damn)
Ballin'—Ballin' on court like DeMar DeRozan (Damn)
I be buggin', I feel like I'm chosen (Grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Your—Your dead in the air got me floatin' (Everybody shot)
And if I don't got the knocker, poke 'em
Get shot if you try to contest me (On bro)
On my body, she ball like a referee (Like a what?)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she from Tennessee
She on my dick, but she cannot get next to me
Caught in my thoughts, it be feelin' like prison (On what?)
I don't politic or politicians
Everything deady, twenty-twenty vision
Spin thru doley, don't need no assistance (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
I'm on court, McGrady on the pistons (Ahh)
If I say, "Get that nigga", we gon' get 'em
She wanna come around because I'm winnin' (Suck my dick)
Big 41, I ain't playin' with children (Everybody shot)
Shit gettin' wicked, invest in a gun (On what?)
Niggas know it's 2041
Put on a show with the beam on the drum
And I'm really a demon, I do this for fun
Better not run, I'ma dump that gun (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Dummy boy, don't trip, don't run (Everybody shot)
Thinkin' he tuff, but that nigga my son
And these niggas be talkin', they see me and run
Pass me the knocker, click that shit (Grahh, grahh)
Opp bitch, milk that bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Talk—Talkin' crazy, drill that bitch (No cap)
Tell Millz, "Chill, don't kill that bitch" (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Jay told me, "Chill", 'cause he know I go stupid (On bro)
Not a killer, but don't make me do it (Grahh, grahh)
Please don't run, two beams on the blick
Niggas be lying and capping in [?], bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Grahh, grahh (Don't fuckin' run)
Everything dead (Suck my dick, nigga)
41 shots to the head, like what? (Ahh, like what?)
Grahh, grahh, boom bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom bitch)
Yo YP, let 'em know it's Carter, dickhead
Everybody shot, nigga, everything dead (Honcho)
[Verse 1: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
He tried to run, and got hit by the rocket (What?)
They know my body, the knock on my body (The knock on my body, nigga)
I'm with KR, he rollin' up Dotty (Dotty)
Brodie might 'oot if you movin' too hotty (Suck my dick)
If I get locked, I'd never say a thing (Yo, Smallz, turn me up, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Big 41, I do it for my team (Everybody shot)
I told Jenn, "Bring the Jenny", she ready (She what?)
'Oot at the Lakers, 'bout to win a [?] ('Bout to win a what? Damn)
Ballin'—Ballin' on court like DeMar DeRozan (Damn)
I be buggin', I feel like I'm chosen (Grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Your—Your dead in the air got me floatin' (Everybody shot)
And if I don't got the knocker, poke 'em
Get shot if you try to contest me (On bro)
On my body, she ball like a referee (Like a what?)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she from Tennessee
She on my dick, but she cannot get next to me
Caught in my thoughts, it be feelin' like prison (On what?)
I don't politic or politicians
Everything deady, twenty-twenty vision
Spin thru doley, don't need no assistance (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
I'm on court, McGrady on the pistons (Ahh)
If I say, "Get that nigga", we gon' get 'em
She wanna come around because I'm winnin' (Suck my dick)
Big 41, I ain't playin' with children (Everybody shot)
Shit gettin' wicked, invest in a gun (On what?)
Niggas know it's 2041
Put on a show with the beam on the drum
And I'm really a demon, I do this for fun
Better not run, I'ma dump that gun (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Dummy boy, don't trip, don't run (Everybody shot)
Thinkin' he tuff, but that nigga my son
And these niggas be talkin', they see me and run
Pass me the knocker, click that shit (Grahh, grahh)
Opp bitch, milk that bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Talk—Talkin' crazy, drill that bitch (No cap)
Tell Millz, "Chill, don't kill that bitch" (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Jay told me, "Chill", 'cause he know I go stupid (On bro)
Not a killer, but don't make me do it (Grahh, grahh)
Please don't run, two beams on the blick
Niggas be lying and capping in [?], bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
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