Young Og
Know I stay wit da gat
Aint no point in bluffin
Boy you aint in the trap
Aint point in bluffin
Boy you don't got dat sack
Keep on talking shit
And yo mom get kidnapped
I walk up wit da strap
Put two holes in ya back
Leave you laying there bloody
Wondering why I did dat
Boy you know you a rat
And you know you aint strap
Thought you got away wit snitching
I aint okay wit dat
Cause im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
Im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
Im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
If Im down for a hit imma go do dat shit
Now laying laying there bleeding
Lookin to the sky
Wit two bullets in yo back
Askin lord why
But whole time you know why
You snitchin on my guys
My nigga got bout 8 years
So now you gotta die
Dont even try to cry
Don't even try to lie
A nigga got the papers
So somebody gotta die
You go first
Den yo cousin go bye bye
And if you say you never been a bitch
Boy you a lie
Cause im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
Im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
Im wit all dat shit dat yo niggas aint wit
If Im down for a hit imma go do dat shit