[Intro]
My nigga Deltah in the pots!
[Chorus]
Ayy, 007 my scope When the light show, pussy boy get hit, ayy
Need a .3 for my dope, only got 7 but I need a whole spliff, ayy
Card cracked slip in yo do’
Heard you got loud, give it up or get split, ayy
Wellesleys-K til I go
Fuck whoever there bitch I’ll light the whole crib, ayy
Anybody killer, want smoke bet a nigga at home like a mufuckin pizza man, hmm
Clip long, shit like Pinocchio nose nigga get low, Stat Quo, hittin, man
Robb Banks, nigga going "innadat", if I feel he holding back then that nigga getting clapped
Put it on Cope, you ain't into that, niggas is computer G's, every thing, all caps
[Verse]
Bitch! Hop off the internet thinking you savage you need to relax
Ain’t posted up less it’s media talking, you boys only snapping in chats
Niggas is all on the net talking bout they gon' pull up so let me just check 'em and get 'em all mad
I’m EBK as a person, for certain I’m snapping ya neck if you chasing a sack
A lot of y’all bitches, ain’t carry no riches, no sticks or no chickens, you niggas ain’t trap
Bet the reward from the cops how you making your cheddar
On Papa, you niggas some rats
I knew the game from the gate, ain’t had shit on my plate for a minute a nigga don’t fast
Shit made me crazy, fuck all that collective shit, try to take shit from me you getting gashed
Niggas is really behind all they homies and posted up trolling and then getting gassed
I’ll show a nigga a chamber to change him and show him real anger, that nigga gon' pass
Started out pussy, that shit only pushed me to stand on my ten and to never collapse
Bitch I know betray, got the hate in my veins, I love blades you can tell I been stabbed in the back
You’d swear that I’m fond of
But I can go crazy, go James and end up with no bond to divide and conquer
Split up with my niggas to go hit a lick at apartments
Will not be bothered, a nigga not Niqo
You call me out I got the balls to run up and pop ya
You bustin' ya chops you get dropped I’ll be there when the law come
Fuck bout a (officer), I will not (talk to ya)
I ain't done swinging until this boy (sopped in blood)
Have you come (mop it up)
Niggas (cooperative)
How you a G and you spilling? You (oppin' up)
Nigga got bitched, hit ya lip now you sobbin', bruh
All bout a lick you try hitting get stopped in the process
You pitiful, pussy, ain’t popping up nowhere you say you don’t stay with the tecs
Only stay on the techs getting brave in the texts
Now the streets wanna test, you niggas ain’t checked
So suggest get a vest and protect ya lil neck
Even fake shit get snatched, and then passed fore the rash start to spread from your neck to your chest leavin' red
Cause the shit you keep popping leaves you left for dead
.223 hit blow the thoughts out ya head
Now you on a shirt, and your set member next
And whoever gon' hit you don’t go to feds
But he posted up spitting right where you had bled
Bitch!
[Chorus]
Ayy, 007 my scope When the light show, pussy boy get hit, ayy
Need a .3 for my dope, only got 7 but I need a whole spliff, ayy
Card cracked slip in yo do’
Heard you got loud, give it up or get split, ayy
Wellesleys-K til I go
Fuck whoever there bitch I’ll light the whole crib, ayy
Anybody killer, want smoke bet a nigga at home like a mufuckin pizza man, hmm
Clip long, shit like Pinocchio nose nigga get low, Stat Quo, hittin, man
Robb Banks, nigga going "innadat", if I feel he holding back then that nigga getting clapped
Put it on Cope, you ain't into that, niggas is computer G's, every thing, all caps
