[Intro]
Bro took 9 shots, he a soldier
Pussy, run with us, or get ran over
Young nigga, yeah my pockets look like Yoda
[Hook]
And broski shoot the clip till it ain't nothin left
We cradled to the grave, Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, nigga
[Verse]
These rap niggas fuck me up, you ain’t what you actin like
Your watch ain't bust down enough, boy you ain't trappin right
How you miss 130 shots? Pussy you ain’t even tap it right
Aye broski hit him twice this time, make sure he don't come back to life
I been up all night I can't sleep, shit I got insomnia
Come kill me like you said you was, fuck block calls, I'm tired of em
This bitch just told her friend she with me, then she gotta go
Louie V, Tennis sneaks', big drip, Fivio
Broski said "don't kill that nigga, he look like a kid"
Fuck it, he was with em yesterday in that lil vid
Broski said "you can't drill no more cause homie you too lit"
But my homie's killer walkin, shit I’m feelin like a vic’
Fuck it, ima get a check, and get his wings clipped
I'm super slimey, line a rapper out, shit ion like him
He in critical, he ain tryna die, he a fighter
I’m tryna light up Whas-his-name, where the lighter?
I ain't know that dogs can turn to snakes
I gave my mans 10, I came back, it was 8
What the fuck? You tryna get plucked?
I'm my own man, bitch I hold my nuts up
What you know bout ridin in them vans?
What you know bout comin back, pissin on ya hands?
Lemme keep it rap
How the fuck he beat that body? I think he a rat
I seen how they did that nigga, I almost felt bad
His eyes was rollin down the street, his head was in his lap
Fuck it, that's just how it go
He was dissin on the broski, he can’t no more
[Hook]
And broski shoot the clip till it ain't nothin left
We cradled to the grave, Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, nigga
Bro took 9 shots, he a soldier
Pussy, run with us, or get ran over
Young nigga, yeah my pockets look like Yoda
[Hook]
And broski shoot the clip till it ain't nothin left
We cradled to the grave, Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, nigga
[Verse]
These rap niggas fuck me up, you ain’t what you actin like
Your watch ain't bust down enough, boy you ain't trappin right
How you miss 130 shots? Pussy you ain’t even tap it right
Aye broski hit him twice this time, make sure he don't come back to life
I been up all night I can't sleep, shit I got insomnia
Come kill me like you said you was, fuck block calls, I'm tired of em
This bitch just told her friend she with me, then she gotta go
Louie V, Tennis sneaks', big drip, Fivio
Broski said "don't kill that nigga, he look like a kid"
Fuck it, he was with em yesterday in that lil vid
Broski said "you can't drill no more cause homie you too lit"
But my homie's killer walkin, shit I’m feelin like a vic’
Fuck it, ima get a check, and get his wings clipped
I'm super slimey, line a rapper out, shit ion like him
He in critical, he ain tryna die, he a fighter
I’m tryna light up Whas-his-name, where the lighter?
I ain't know that dogs can turn to snakes
I gave my mans 10, I came back, it was 8
What the fuck? You tryna get plucked?
I'm my own man, bitch I hold my nuts up
What you know bout ridin in them vans?
What you know bout comin back, pissin on ya hands?
Lemme keep it rap
How the fuck he beat that body? I think he a rat
I seen how they did that nigga, I almost felt bad
His eyes was rollin down the street, his head was in his lap
Fuck it, that's just how it go
He was dissin on the broski, he can’t no more
[Hook]
And broski shoot the clip till it ain't nothin left
We cradled to the grave, Jet-Li and DMX
We together everyday, Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff, nigga
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