I can merch, that we had beat the block and **** ran

I can't fonk with LOE, because, them **** never spend

If we spin and can't find you, I gurantee we hit your mans

Cave always diss in songs, man, this lil' **** a fan

Send Lo that's on bro, we gon' beat it up

I drop Ls and O's, go to the E, tryna send shit up

I see you wit yo' dudes, I'm still throwin' I don't give a fuck, I will get my smith

Go to the West, tryna slap shit up I'm gettin' mad, bro, on the beat

Steady, screamin, yop, I'm at yo bitch house I'm playin

Usher finna kill the twat I Catch Blue dreads, I box him in do his ass like jah

My pops was a G

So you know I'm mines not on lock New two-strand, alright bet finna loose his locks

I hate fat ****, I get this K, finna skip his rock

I fuck this one, bitch, while bumping teej cuz she got that wop

I want all the smoke go to his house and do his ass like Pop

Ron say I'm hella voilent brody I'ma fox I live em D.O.A, not Jay-Z, but I aim up top

You think yo bitch it I'll smack a ho tryna be a bop

I can't be on no friendly shit, that's how you get robbed, dumbass, ****

That's how you get robbed, like, uh

Louis, yo