I feel so funny these days
I'd rather sleep than stay awake (Jelly Onnat)
Trees used to talk to me
Now I know what's real and what is—
Cap, like it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Saw shh, I was letting it clap
Citizens App going off on vibrate
Like, R-Relly got shot in his back
Us' got headtapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we manuever on scooters when drills get low, shit be having me dehydrated
I'ma do the Old Yae bop, tap, shot, tap on your tummy
Old Yae hit, tap on your tummy like you really hungry
K.C., R.G., loafers, how y'all in the stu' with no gun? Niggas dummies
But y'all rap about scenes y'all ain't do, took on a hop, jump, bungee
Let's make a sidebet on who most likely to die next, the next time they come spin through my projects
Like, Jay Hound, L.C., '5ive next
Word to bro, we could make this a contest
Three point shot, right after the sidestep
Three opps died, and bro still alive, bet (Old Yae shot)
We never put hands on the ladies, can someone please tell me what happened to K.C.?
How you punched on a female, I'ma get into details
Like, how you rap on the beats like you crazy?
R.G. broke, I even hit up his BM to see if she need bread for the baby
Trick, I said she don't need to repay me (Still mad that I fucked Ek's, the first lady)
Please don't send me no G on the market that got like two or three scenes with it
I don't care if that shit got a beam with it, dirty, ain't no way that I'm cleaning it
If I tell you to pass me the G and I feel like you don't fuck with me, then I'm keepin' it
You can get slimed in and get slimed out, quit posting the broom and think that you Sweepin' it
Like, I'ma tell you the real, I'd rather not tell you a lie
R.G., we had your heart beat stuck in the stu', thinking you was gon' die
RIP Gunz, he ain't die from no gun smoke, whoever dissing, y'all losing y'all minds
You not smoking on Murk, Pop still in the dirt, there's no Ls on my side, word to bro
Cap, like it's time that I bring up the crime rate
Saw shh, I was letting it clap
Citizens App going off on vibrate
Like, R-Relly got shot in his back
Us' got headtapped, shit felt like a migraine
Free bro, we manuever on scooters when drills get low, shit be having me dehydrated
I'ma do the Old Yae bop, tap, shot, tap on your tummy
Old Yae hit, tap on your tummy like you really hungry
KC, RG, loafers, how y'all in the stu' with no gun? Niggas dummies
But y'all rap about scenes y'all ain't do, took on a hop, jump, bungee
