Bread on his head worda' bro, I'ma take it
Shootin' all niggas, my G2 racist
My niggas elite and y'all niggas is basic
So do not get the two confused
I'm smokin' on Mark, you can tell by the fumes
Smokin' Jah arm, nigga shoulda got boom
Like who got harm, niggas know what we do
Push up on who? than he meetin' her
And if the G not workin', then I'm beatin' her
Opps at that function, I pull up and clean it up
If I miss, double back and I'm t'n up
Oh he got the sprinkles, it look like we re in up
I don't play with nobody, smokin' that boy that got hit
Ozzy, oh, we in the X, I'ma mix it with Notti
Oh, you askin' me if I beat him? Probably
Like, why would they play with the G
Like, why would they come tryna tweak with the tweak
Like, I'm tryna blitz, let off shots on repeat
Like, it's a man down if he pushin' on me
Like, we in the stead and we yellin' 2-3
Why the f*ck tech duckin' from me
You was mention' my deads, now it's time to pay the fee
I'm tryna ball with the Gleesh