(Droski)
Baow
(Young Madz)
OGz the fuck up
(Chee on the beat)
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot
They know we comin' in with the Scott
And we can get in with the chop
See a soul if I see me an opp
See the Gz, so we gotta drill on the dot
Free the Os in the field, they be wildin', on bro, niggas got it on lock
My opps reactin' to videos now, y'all niggas just gotta stop
I know the real, I knew them niggas who's whack, they was just livin' on Flock
We made them niggas pay us for a feature
I was on court and y'all was on the bleachers
And I taught half y'all niggas how to rap, I was movin' like a teacher
And they sayin' that she not that gang no more, niggas still gon' bleach her
They got me mad, I gotta talk, we ain't have V's, we had to walk
Now I be gettin' money from my label, get drip, I don't care what it costs
And I know that I'm winnin' this shit, but I prepared for a loss
When it really come down to this street life, bitch niggas know that I'm ready to toss, grrah
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot (Grrah, grrah)
Nobody ever wrote shit for me, nigga, you dumb? All of this shit off the top
If I never was rappin' or tryna make music, then bitch, I'd be stuck on my block
That lil' nigga should've stayed in college, he gon' get put in a box
'Cause it's forty-one ways to get killed, forty-one ways to get shot
