Ooh, it′s Wavy808

Yeah

Yeah'Ight, do what we gon′ do (What it is?)

I know this, like, I feel—

Sixth time tryna' kill this nigga Foolio, but look (What's up?)

He got a green Dodge Durango and a black SRT (Yeah?)

Who got the drop on him, man? (Let′s do it)

Let′s go

That's him backin′ out right there (Let's go, man, let′s go)

Shoot, nigga, shoot

Damn, you killed him? (Check the news)

I know that nigga dead (What the fuck? That nigga still livin', man, damn)

I saw death like five, six times, like I′m a Super Saiyan

I can't die, so my opps thinkin' that I′m Superman

Told lil′ bro, "Go flip they block," that's just the mood I′m in

Still in my city, on my head, like a hunnid' bands

So I′ma buy a hunnid' choppas and some stolen cars

October 7th, them boys tried to kill a superstar

I′m still standin', poppin' Percocets and xanny bars

Survived dеath so many times like I′m a demigod

Wе on the road, just left Miami, brudda crackin′ cars

My bitch just made another 100k off doin' fraud

At Green Acres, finna′ buy my Glock some body parts

Right now, I wanna kill my cousin, I don't got no heart

Bro, don′t come through 6 Block fishin', you ain′t got no rod

At Green Acres, finna' buy my Glock some body parts

He gave my drop, how I let a snake get in my yard?

Survived death so many times, I'm a demigod

′Posed to be chillin′, way in Cali', tryna′ ship them chickens

I want all them niggas dead, that's why I′m in my feelin's

My foot healin′, with these crutches, I still stand on business

I need 'em dead before my flight land back in the city

High speed chases, brand new Glock, refuse to throw my glizzy

Smoke got heavy, I ain't runnin′, I ain′t leave my city

Wit' this Glock, .357, bitch, I feel like Bibby

Way in Pittsburgh, 14 on me like I′m George Pickens

In New York City talkin' business, just like Russel Simmons

Rest in the trenches, holidays, shit was gettin′ vicious

Public housin', fuck Christmas, we ain′t have no chimney

This shit just hit me, broke my heart, Bangman keep on stealin'

Promote the violence, but stay in school to all the children

Rule number one, you [?] but trust these bitches

Rule number two, you need money to war wit' the city

Rule number three, police grab you, ain′t no fuckin′ snitchin'

Rule number four, pray to God for this life we livin′

'Cause any day, you could die or go to penitentiary

Damn

Swear to God

Shit real life