[ Featuring Maxwell Klein ]
I was running up a check, on my momma I was repping
Heard them niggas diss my name, if we slide, get the stepping
If you wanna talk some shit, drop the addy we gon' spin that
But them niggas really lame, they over stepping, so we end that
End the beef with his opps, now we double teaming niggas
I ain't talking Devin Book, Chris Paul cross these niggas
Crossing niggas off the list, who want smoke, get the coffin
Smoking niggas in a blunt, with his opps, then we drop them
Then we wrapping up your gang, air 'em up like some roaches
With some quarter pounder cheese, slime 'em out with no purpose
Now he looking real nervous, 223 Michael Myers
Get my lick back, calling Jason Voorheese with my snipers
Bad bitch, Innocent, f*cked her once, she a demon
Now she feening for some dick, I'm a god, Morgan freeman
Now we spinning at your opps, get the drop then we leaving
Ain't no better feeling, get the deal, now we really winning
