Like, I just might fly out to
Like, I'm tryna fly out to Russia
Like, I'm tryna fly out to
I caught a body, so I'm tryna fly out to Russia
Shot after shot, like bitch, I ain't ducking for cover
Like, I'm off a perc, like bro, pass me another
If you die too, that's two dead sons
Like, I don't feel bad for ya
Like, feel bad for your mother
F*ck that bitch, cause we smoking your brother
Like, and you can't get another
Hollows eating his body, oh, we makin' him suffer
Like, oh, you SRNK
So, bro, we putting him under
Like, oh, she on my body
Oh, she tryna hover
Like, cause she know that I'm different
Pass me the gun and bet I start clicking
Smoking on who? Oh, this shit is hitting
Like, oh, this shit is, like, oh, this shit is different
No run down, he got hit from a distance
He got shot, and brodie still limping
Like, bro, stop all that
Like, stop all that bitching
Like, bro, stop all that
Like, stop all that kid shit
Pass me the gun, I start upping like