[Intro: Yungeen Ace]
Oh yeah
They know how I'm rockin'
They know how I drop shit, nigga
Real nigga shit, uh
Niggas know I slang iron
When I pop out, niggas dying, believe that
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
Feeling a little toxic
I ain't pop no pill today (I ain't pop no pill today)
Remember I was starving
I ain't did shit but I made a mil' today (I made a mil' today)
Said he got the drop, I told him, "Chill, let him live today" (facts)
Bag on his head, they don't give a fuck, they killed him anyway (boom, baow)
I was calling shots just like a narrator (come here)
Don't underestimate me, stood over him, sent him to the cemetery
Love in memory, they put it all up in the obituary (in the obituary)
Big fish, he was 'posed to been dead, why he ain't dead already (why?)
I don't like speaking on opps because I'm already ahead already
I don't misconstrue, when it's beef my killers know they coming through (come here)
Big or small, step on something, I'll never ever pick and choose
They still don't know who did it, they wave his face across the news
Sent them shots straight to his face, so this case they cannot prove (ohh)
[Verse 2: Spinabenz]
They gon' make me spray broad day (broad day)
Hundred round drum out the Drac'
They gon' have to call vice out
Swang that motherfucker all day
They know I'ma shoot this bitch the fuck up, I don't play
Pull up, drop the window, swang this bitch, we shooting all K's
They know me I'm on some gangster shit, I'll do this broad day
Ayy, I let my dawg have my PlayStation, I don't motherfucking play
I'ma pull up to they shit and dump some rounds out this Drac'
When I catch that nigga I'ma blow his shit, I'ma shoot him right in the face
Thirty-eight shell catch him for sure, it's finna be another closed case
They steady asking 'bout my name, you better know it hold weight
They steady asking what's in my wood, you better know I smoke 8
Oh yeah
They know how I'm rockin'
They know how I drop shit, nigga
Real nigga shit, uh
Niggas know I slang iron
When I pop out, niggas dying, believe that
[Verse 1: Yungeen Ace]
Feeling a little toxic
I ain't pop no pill today (I ain't pop no pill today)
Remember I was starving
I ain't did shit but I made a mil' today (I made a mil' today)
Said he got the drop, I told him, "Chill, let him live today" (facts)
Bag on his head, they don't give a fuck, they killed him anyway (boom, baow)
I was calling shots just like a narrator (come here)
Don't underestimate me, stood over him, sent him to the cemetery
Love in memory, they put it all up in the obituary (in the obituary)
Big fish, he was 'posed to been dead, why he ain't dead already (why?)
I don't like speaking on opps because I'm already ahead already
I don't misconstrue, when it's beef my killers know they coming through (come here)
Big or small, step on something, I'll never ever pick and choose
They still don't know who did it, they wave his face across the news
Sent them shots straight to his face, so this case they cannot prove (ohh)
[Verse 2: Spinabenz]
They gon' make me spray broad day (broad day)
Hundred round drum out the Drac'
They gon' have to call vice out
Swang that motherfucker all day
They know I'ma shoot this bitch the fuck up, I don't play
Pull up, drop the window, swang this bitch, we shooting all K's
They know me I'm on some gangster shit, I'll do this broad day
Ayy, I let my dawg have my PlayStation, I don't motherfucking play
I'ma pull up to they shit and dump some rounds out this Drac'
When I catch that nigga I'ma blow his shit, I'ma shoot him right in the face
Thirty-eight shell catch him for sure, it's finna be another closed case
They steady asking 'bout my name, you better know it hold weight
They steady asking what's in my wood, you better know I smoke 8
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