Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every time it′s up, it's stuck, nigga (what up, Worthy?)

And ain′t no coming down

Q-R-N(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)

Quando Rondo, nigga

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow

Clap, how lil' youngin′ banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin′ off the fire

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I′m rocking purple label

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk ′em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple

.223, I let some shots off grandma front porch

Life in prison in my backyard, with the graveyard at my front door

Fuck all that dissing

When I catch you, you gon′ catch one, let my gun blow

Jump Out Gang jump out, then sped off

Ayy, .40 with aim, got the red dot

On the corner, he claim he dead on

I know the feds feel like we dead wrong

New Mercedes Benz, we spin the bend while smoking dead opps

This shit like a train, know that MAC-10'll knock his head off

I sip that drank just like it's eggnog

Came home like lights, slimed by a bad broad

Knock his dome, to send sincerely, B knocked his dreads off

Put him on the late night, I get ski like turn the lights off

My opponent scared to go to jail, but no

Not me, come get stepped on (fire on me)

Mike Amiri denim on my jeans just like Phat Farm

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won′t see tomorrow

Clap, how lil′ youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin′ off the fire

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I′m rocking purple label

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk ′em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple

Niggas think that they the only killers in America

Pistols get to hitting like a missile, come through tear it up

Hell no, I'm not wrestling off the flat, no Rey Mysterio

Bullets get to coming through, they trap, you can′t trap there no more

Daredevil, stick be in my lap while rocking Ferragamo

Twin shovels, we gon′ need 'em both so we can bury fella′, big stepper

F&N, I guess that stand for fuck a nigga, stomp the pedal

Hellcat verse that hemi, we straight dust a nigga

Do the dash in a 4Runner

Way before that boy, he put throw on 'em

I be down, they up the score on us

I done dropped the lo′, I'm in the Nola thuggin′

Here they go, claiming they want smoke until they bro under

Even all the fans wanna see lil' Rondo go under

But fuck 'em, they ain′t got no money

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won′t see tomorrow

Clap, how lil' youngin′ banging and they see, hit up his car (facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding ′round with them bags on me, smoking purple

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon′ murk 'em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple

Ha, I already know what come with this shit man, ya know?

But I′ma be forever thuggin′

Tell them pussy-ass niggas catch up wit' me, ya dig?

(Catch up nigga)

Uh, riding ′round smoking dead opps

Dead opps, dead opps (free lil' Timmy)

Hahaha, all I smoke is dead opps (pussy)

Bitch-ass boy

Jump Out Gang, nigga (hahaha), R.I.P. to Ralph