Ayy, on stack, you wildin' Young K.C. ballin' with it
Bitch, I wake up every mornin', gotta get it in
Gotta spin a bin, gotta split his wig
Niggas doin' all that rappin', they ain't smackin' shit
They just postin' guns, they ain't whackin shit
Niggas tryna click up on us, we ain't scared for shit
Niggas know my city on it, we be taggin' shit
I can vouch for my lil' homies, they be yaxin' shit
We ain't servin' opps, turn them packs and shit
My lil' brother got a .30, he be clutchin' too
Bitch, I love to ride shotgun with them yoppers too
I ain't talkin' bout the weather, put him on the news
Another OB dead, it ain't nothin' new
If I tell my niggas slide, they gon' follow through
How the f*ck you say you blood, but you bangin
Blue
I won't get involved in snitchin', I won't tell the truth
Another OB dead, it ain't nothin' new
Claimin' bodies, you ain't dead Boy, you know your ass a bitch
You can't post up with a stick, knowin' nothin' in your clip
Why you flexin' for the gram, tryna put on for a bitch
Bulletproof, I got a tented, catch you through these 5 percents
I remember pullin' chase, hoppin' out and jumpin' fence
Man, I think these niggas gay, always on a nigga dick
I can't tell if you a snake, I just gotta take the risk
I can't put you on a plate, if you actin' scared of shit
I just gotta get in motion, can't be layin' around and shit
If I'm tryna go to war, gotta be havin' funds and shit
Best believe I got the money, and I got the guns and clips
I'ma turn him to a dummy, tryna hit his brain and shit
Can't be talkin' all that murder, if you with that lackin shit
I be steady drinkin' purple, know I love the activists
Who is him, I never heard of, must be known for droppin' diss
Do he really get active, or he with that actin' shit
Another OB dead, it ain't nothin' new