Word to my mother, Turtle Grrah, grrah (Rrah-rrah-rrah) Grrah, grrah (Grrah-grrah) It's Edot, baby (Grrah) Grrah, grrah (Grrah-grrah, boom) Grrah, like Oh, he think this a stand off? (Stand off) Nigga dumb, I'm 'bout to pick his mans off Big guns, no, this ain't no Airsoft (Airsoft) You get shot listenin' to opp's songs (Rrah-rrah) Like, I'm totin' knocker (Knocker) Oh, he bigger than me? Catch a shotta (Shotta) Dead niggas, mix it wit' some grabba (Grabba) Smokin' on Rippy, shit hotter than lava, grrah If he jack DOA, then we add a K (Then we add a K) Watch them hollow tips rip through his face (Grrah) Lil' thot tryna rump, tell her, "Get out the way" (Grrah, grrah) I'ma beat it, put her in her place (Grrah-grrah, boom) Pour a 8 in the deuce, sip it to the face (To the face) Made her leave, no, she cannot stay (At all) Like, she on my body, she jackin' the gang Big Os what I jack, know we put in pain (Grrah) We see a opp, grrah-grrah, then we gon' beat 'em (Beat 'em) Keep a knocker, that knocker my Nina (That knocker my Nina) And that Nina, I know she a diva, grrah (I know she a diva) Like, on the scene, it get nasty (Nasty) I send shots, then pass bro Jackie (Jackie) I be damned I let a nigga clap me (Grrah) Bitch, I'm totin' Sally, like (Sally) He all on the 'net talkin' hot (Talkin' hot) I tell 'em, "Beat it" (Beat it) Bet this chopper gon' give 'em a fever (A grrah) Keep it on me, I guess I'm a keeper They know, in the winter, bitch, I had the heater He want the smoke, get turned into reefer (Reefer) He Harlem shakin' like he caught a seizure Shot to his face, they couldn't I.D 'em (At all), grrah Oh, he think it's a stand off? (Like) Nigga dumb, I'm 'bout to pick his mans off (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Big guns, no, this ain't no Airsoft You get shot listenin' to opp's songs (Rrah-rrah) Like, I'm totin' knocker (Grrah) Oh, he bigger than me? Catch a shotta (Shotta) Dead niggas, mix it wit' some grabba (Grabba) Smokin' on Rippy, shit hotter than lava (Lava), grrah If he jack DOA, then we add a K (DOA-K) Watch them hollow tips rip through his face (Grrah) Lil' thot tryna rump, tell her, "Get out the way" (Get out the way) I'ma beat it, put her in her place (Grrah-grrah, boom) Pour a 8 in the deuce, sip it to the face (To the face) Made her leave, no, she cannot stay Like, she on my body, she jackin' the gang Big Os what I jack, know we put in pain