Ayy, ayy, we took a finger off that bitch for all that typin' and shit My baby mama trippin', you know she be toxic and shit I see him hatin' in my comments, tell him, get out my neck And fuck them niggas, did me dirty, come back, hit it, choke shit You ran when your nigga got popped while he ain't shoot back I'm EBK for real and a nigga play get blue backs They know this shit is serious, they took it, tell us we at their head We could've got the other one, but my nigga ain't double back Nigga, he callin' me off the bitch phone, he tryna see just where I'm at I'm posted at the crib, I got the 308, it's in my bag Go outside with this chopper, see a cotton on my ass He told my baby, look, I never show no fear, cause I ain't scared And I'ma have his mama, sound like Cryin', singin' sad songs Put a price up on his head, his toe, I wanna tag on it Me and Tivo might go kill a nigga, then go brag on it Up the prices, I'ma go and kill him, spit your last song Voice and your opinion, but nobody's understandin' you Standin' ten toes on my own like a man would do When she pop a molly, she eat it up like a basketball Ride the D like Harley, she all in, she grip my testicles Never say I'm sorry, I say what I meant, I tell the truth In that little army, got troops that gon' shoot you front or more My daughter on the way, but I took blaze and had my son though I'm shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine My baby mama trippin', you know she be toxic as shit I see him hatin' in my comments, tell him, get out my dick And fuck them niggas, did me dirty, come back, hit it, show shit You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain't shoot back I'm EBK for real, and a nigga plagued with blue bands They know this shit is serious, they took it, tell us we at the hat We coulda got the other one, but my nigga ain't double-back Nigga, ayy, let me talk that rich talk, you know I pop my shit Fuck the murder talk, let's talk about the shit I spent Pay for a body in the Sprinter, and I don't pay rent And fuck them niggas, shine it up, tell them, come do it while I'm in it Me and my niggas walkin' up, we walk them down how we livin' Bitch, you just gotta say it's up, we leave them drownin' in pity We ain't toleratin' this, and we gon' kick off the city And we ain't cappin' when we rappin', we gon' make sure they feel it We ain't runnin' from no nigga, let's stay one time I leave my phone at the grill when it's crunch time It's in the clip, long on it like a lunch line It's 50 and it's AR, nigga, we a drumline Ayy, bitch, I'm blowin' exotic, but I ain't chillin' with joke Your tiger can't get too over if my lions turn po' It's top or leave him unbalanced if he don't stick to the road You know we kill him in silence, I swear nobody gon' know We took a finger off that bitch for all that typin' and shit My baby mama trippin', you know she be toxic and shit I see him hatin' in my comments, tell him, get out my neck And fuck them niggas, get me dirty, come back, hit it, throw shit You ran when your nigga got popped while he ain't shoot back I'm EBK for real, any nigga play get blue backs They know this shit ain't serious, they took it, tell us we at they hat We could've got the other one, but my nigga ain't double back