Who's gonna own this business, huh

Backstabbing fucks that don't respect where they come from

After all the blood we put into it

You'll do what you gotta do with me, but you're gonna be in a war

Whether you like it or not

Let me finish what I started, but with enough juice this time to make it stick

I kill them all

Uh, Ride with that chopstick in the truck

You know shorty nem, be tweaked out, lil' bro, hop out I heat you up

Get them G-locks in the club, he talk crazy, then got smoke, we put his bitch ass in the blunt

Chop don't give the opps, no clout, won't say that **** name not once

My lil' white boy work for Chrysler, he do dog, don't get no fucks

He pay double when he come back, I always be giving him fronts

Driz get on that off that nene, trying to slide when he get drunk

I got shot, **** laughing, but his brother ain't getting up

T-Roy level five in prison, my lil' bro in there get booked

No, I can't put down that cup

I can't stay off the street, you know that street shit turn me up

All the bitch ride on our lap, the fuck it's gonna do in the trunk

He kept cropping me off pictures, **** got turnt in the runs

2020, probably spent 400,000 word to Trump

Them **** ain't even walk up, that static ****'s punk

**** tried to shoot my head, but hit my leg, he must've been drunk

**** tried to shoot from the corner, ****'s dumb

You know you see a opp, you supposed to get up on him

I can't write that from the dead

I know this ain't what they wanted

At the nighttime, I see red like a **** crib getting hunted

Hit they block up, drop a hundred, I can't never leave the city

Fuck, I look like Andre Trump

Been having wicked thoughts, I dread I killed my cousin

I've been trying to find a van for 30 minutes, can't get nothing

This shit blowed out

We cooked so much dope up in this bitch, we burnt the stove out

Gold teeth, find me a little bitch house to roll out

****, soon as we get finished with that bag, it's time to roll out

Call of Duty, AR, change the load out

Little ****, I'm always posted in my hood, we got some paws out

Ridin' around that bitch, all these trucks, bitch, this ain't Robo

Every day been in the studio, I'm in that mode now

Catch him on that court, catch him on the freeway

Ain't no running, we slide in the sport

****, get smoked like a porter

I heard he been outside lacking, ****, get caught on that porch

Chop you took that lil' shit like it wasn't nothing, yeah, of course

Might as well just go no hook on there, it's on, don't need no course

We pull up, load all y'all for it

But really though, we be getting money stuff

This bitch, I'll send a hundred grams up north

You know all our opps get torched

FTO, that's on my momma, that one **** always put up dope

We can't never find them ****, look, we trying to hide

Long live Mizzy, A.R. look like he got titties

Got two fifties on the bottom, I got the offshoot for them commas

That 5'7 for the problems, she mad, pull up, bro, I got him

It's on they head, it don't even matter about who shot him

I thought bro was really gagging, switching up, don't know about it