Plain and simple F-F-Faint Nigga better precede with caution, before he end up splat And if I catch one of these opp niggas walking — I'ma jump out in black And I gotta have some za — I be drippy as fuck when I put in the gear I got sit in the back with the guns, these niggas usually drivin' When I push up better let me know who not to lick, lil' fast be wildin' Niggas ain't tryna get munyun for real — why the fuck you in the field? I woke up, got the call that June was dead, shit had gave me chills I'm outside with blick on me, I never ran Niggas say he brought down on me Niggas say he brought down on me, bitch I'm still lit Brought lil blood on a two man, he tryna steal shit Where you get your guns from? Take up to the spot Niggas be hoes ain't never did shit, ain't never got shit hot Nigga my mama even know I got like ten grams at her spot Lil boy Might take your soul and at the end he might crack a smile Nigga used to hide, cause nigga don't be outside (F-F-Faint) If I catch a nigga walkin get his wig split Who you tellin' me we ain't ready Who you tellin' me we ain't ready, my artillery heavy Get behind some fast shit and crash whips for real Oh your Trackhawk geeked up? let me test drive Damn I got some fine shit in college My lick was easy cause he had a purse and not a wallet These niggas be moving wrong as fuck, these niggas ain't got no knowledge Nigga outside with blick on me you know I got a rocket I gon' cap if I hear shots first — I'ma duck, then I start poppin' Fuck