F**K RAPPERS (feat. Johnny Sea)

Me and Toxic on the track with the bullshit Come around, can't act like you're foolish

Real killers with me with the full shit Caught a body, filled the opp with the full clip

Gun range in your set, how we shoot shit Pop rocks, headshots, left them toothless

Gang thick, all my guns really ruthless It's the goon, rowdy rappers can't do this

Brody bounce out with a chopper and a face mask

Tryna up your rank, then up the chopper for a face tatt

Wet a rapper up, bullet holes in his Maybach South east to the SGV, this the gangland

Woke up early in the morning, just to program Flu flam, my shooter knock you off for some food stamps

Me and Goon going back to back, it's the hood jam

Caught a sucker slipping, slashed him out like some spray cans

Flu flam, little trick, it's the gangland Gang pushing weight, bitch, with the program

Up the Glock, face burnt like a face tan Ayy, Toxic, pass the blick, it's that one man

Hop out, did my thing, bitch, it don't jam Let loose, fully auto till the bitch jam

Gang, gang, little bitch, you some real fans diss the gang, now I'm coming for the main man

Sela with the truce, bring the killers to the booth

It's the five-six deuce, I can never do a truce Sliding through Pico, we thuggin, sipping on

Pisto The last opp got popped for tryna act like he deebo

I'm Mr. Southeast, homie

Hometown trophy, all my opps stay inside They too scared to come smoke me

I'm Mr. Southeast, homie Hometown trophy, all my opps stay inside

They too scared to come smoke me, Toxic