(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
If it's beef, fill the beef, blow his brains to smithereens
When we slide, niggas dyin', we ain't explainin' shit to niggas
Sped off on the crime scene up in foreigns and expensive jewelry
All we heard an opp say was, "Help me, Jesus"
Shit, he won't be doin' that
He had an Arkansas logo on his hat, so we blew him back
He ain't finna bring up the scoreboard, we already threw it back
You always postin' high points in your pictures, what you gon' do with that?
Negative, that's an instant jammer
.223s all up in his head while he Insta rattin'
Through all that dick you doin', cut you checks 'cause you lookin' bad
I seen you outside the club cold, you was lookin' sad
Put a drum on the glizzy, we don't do stocks
Keep mean muggin', you gon' be stiff with your shoes off
We don't go back and forth with bloggers, marks and posers
Just put Brad and Deebo dumb ass on a poster
Shit, nigga
I ain't goin' back and forth, I got lil' niggas, shit
I ain't like these other rappers, my friends kill people
Naw, I'm just playin'
Shit, nigga already know what you niggas on
Dude might've conditions and poison parole
No violence, no guns, no none of that
You hear me?
