[Intro: Yungeen Ace]
Yea, ha
Nigga know I smoke dead niggas to the face tho' you know what I'm talm bout? (Yeah)
That nigga died but shit, closed case fuck it
[Verse 1: ATK Ybeezzzy]
I ain’t tweakin with them niggas, them niggas know just what it was
He was dissing on my brother, turned his stupid ass to a runtz
If he stayed his goofy ass in that house he would've never got his stupid ass slumped
Now his momma on the news, oh she actin' like she hurt?
Fuck that nigga, yo son up in that motherfuckin' dirt
He was talking all that shit we put his stupid ass to rest
It's me and my fucking murda twin he ready to fucking murk sum
He got two brand new FN's, shout out to Quan he know how to work sum
[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
Nigga be speaking on 23, and they ain’t really living likе that
Don’t make me load up with the gang and run you down with thе scat
Remember Quan shot back back with the Mac
They took one of mines you know it’s tic for tac
They don’t be outside but I know where they at
Ran up in his shit and I was wearing all black
You know that I don’t miss
Lil boy I caught that diss
Bitch, we got 50s on the Glock, Ksoo came wit a assist
Got plenty cash for all my killers
My niggas, they hungry, they ready to kill 'em
These .762, bitch you know where it hit 'em
Ion care bout his momma
Ion care bout no children (Fuck 'em)
I smoke Nine, I’m smoking 8
I’m tweaking with Lil Teki
I’m smoking Bibby, he got me high
But I still won’t let 'em kill me
Step on that boy, you know that I told 'em
Fuck that bitch if he up inna Rover
Fuck that nigga you know he ain’t soldier
Fresh off a drill, fuck I look like pullin' over?
I can’t be from 6 block, them boys be track stars
The cold blooded murder case, you know that I make stars
I slang they block with a Elvis guitar
Really living this shit, real rock star Glock
We’ll smoke that boy, put him up inna gar
Who that creeping down the street, better watch that car (Better watch that car)
Yea, ha
Nigga know I smoke dead niggas to the face tho' you know what I'm talm bout? (Yeah)
That nigga died but shit, closed case fuck it
[Verse 1: ATK Ybeezzzy]
I ain’t tweakin with them niggas, them niggas know just what it was
He was dissing on my brother, turned his stupid ass to a runtz
If he stayed his goofy ass in that house he would've never got his stupid ass slumped
Now his momma on the news, oh she actin' like she hurt?
Fuck that nigga, yo son up in that motherfuckin' dirt
He was talking all that shit we put his stupid ass to rest
It's me and my fucking murda twin he ready to fucking murk sum
He got two brand new FN's, shout out to Quan he know how to work sum
[Verse 2: Yungeen Ace]
Nigga be speaking on 23, and they ain’t really living likе that
Don’t make me load up with the gang and run you down with thе scat
Remember Quan shot back back with the Mac
They took one of mines you know it’s tic for tac
They don’t be outside but I know where they at
Ran up in his shit and I was wearing all black
You know that I don’t miss
Lil boy I caught that diss
Bitch, we got 50s on the Glock, Ksoo came wit a assist
Got plenty cash for all my killers
My niggas, they hungry, they ready to kill 'em
These .762, bitch you know where it hit 'em
Ion care bout his momma
Ion care bout no children (Fuck 'em)
I smoke Nine, I’m smoking 8
I’m tweaking with Lil Teki
I’m smoking Bibby, he got me high
But I still won’t let 'em kill me
Step on that boy, you know that I told 'em
Fuck that bitch if he up inna Rover
Fuck that nigga you know he ain’t soldier
Fresh off a drill, fuck I look like pullin' over?
I can’t be from 6 block, them boys be track stars
The cold blooded murder case, you know that I make stars
I slang they block with a Elvis guitar
Really living this shit, real rock star Glock
We’ll smoke that boy, put him up inna gar
Who that creeping down the street, better watch that car (Better watch that car)
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