[Intro: Mo Kartii]
Grrah, haha
Yo, these opp niggas be funny, yo (Grrah)
(Lowkeymali, what's the word?)
Notti got poked and he still in my—
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
Notti got poked and he still in my— (It's Kartii, bitch)
These bitches, they all on my dick (Grrah)
[Verse 1: Mo Kartii]
He say he spinnin' my block, okay (Like, damn)
Two deep, blitz both ways (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Spin in a Benz like I'm Nay (Like, damn)
Big gun (Damn), shootin' like Klay (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
TherapyK, I don't care 'bout your day (Like, damn)
When I up it, just move out the way (Like, look)
If he lack with his bitch, he get shot with his bae (Grrah)
I don't care where I'm at, I'ma shoot in broad day, like (I don't care where I'm at)
He tried to run, caught shot to the back (Like, damn)
And that nigga just said he was tact (4K)
Everyone shot, you got put in a pack (Grrah)
I'm a EBK baby, don't care what you jack (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
He gon' get put in a box like Jack (Like, damn)
Lil' bitch, what do you jack? (Like, damn)
Playin' with guns, like, I'm pullin' out Jack (Like, what?)
Now his mother keep callin' his jack (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus: Mo Kartii]
917, I be stuck in my racks (Like, damn)
All this money, I'm losin' my track (Like, damn)
All this 'za, I be losin' my pack (Grrah)
If 41K, this shit deeper than rap (41)
Niggas be lyin', we shoot at his cap (Like, damn)
You ain't 41K, nigga, stop it (Stop it)
And they jackin' our 41 Boppin' (Grrah)
Now it's a trend if they see Notti Boppin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Right hand out, clutch on that knife (What else?)
After that, put your hand to your chest (Like, damn)
Keep pokin', keep pokin'
Now that you learned, you gon' do with your left (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
That's right, smokin' on Notti (Notti)
Off the Notti, our vision is dotties (Dotty)
Off the Dotty, I'm buggin' on Wocky (Grrah)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the body (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
[Verse 2: JayBucks & Lil Worm]
Niggas keep sayin', "Y'all markin' y'all body" (Like, what?)
But damn, y'all was tappin' y'all neck (Notti)
Fuck Notti, he should've moved
Don't try to run, I'ma up it and boom (Boom, boom, boom)
Should've stayed in your place, go bump Kidz Bop
Why would I lack if I'm dissin' on hots? (All of that)
Run up on me, I'ma dump every shot
Tell that bitch, "I'm Jamaican, I keep me a Glock" (Boom, boom, boom)
Niggas never made movies, kept screamin' on beats (Like, damn)
Like, damn, he want it like scream (Boom)
.9 hold eleven, we sendin' eleven
See DD Osama, he know we gon' end 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
Keep talkin' on bro, he ain't know you
Spin through the Hill, screamin' Notti like Goku (Spin through the what?)
That boy is on TV, just pass me the Roku (Boom, boom)
Can't go out like Notti, I cannot get poked too (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, he got cut like Dahmer
I gotta keep me a armor
Totin' on Kiki, my Palmer, baow, baow
Like, he got cut like Dahmer
I gotta keep me a armor (Like, ayy)
Totin' on Kiki, my partner (Like), baow (Boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 3: Lil Worm & Mo Kartii]
I could never go beef with a rat (Like, what?)
Oh, you talkin' 'bout bro? You get clapped
Bitch, I'm a demon, I move with a TEC
Nigga Notti got killed, now his ass in a pack (Notti)
DD said, "Notti, throw, throw, throw" (What?)
How you walkin' without totin' pole?
He was talkin' on bro, bro, bro
Now his dumb-ass on scene, he got poked (Ah)
Like, bitch, I ain't regular, nigga (Like, what?)
Finger itchin' to pull on the trigger (What? What?)
They be like, "Worm, you a different lil' nigga" (I'm a different—)
I could never get poked in my liver (Like)
If it's lit, I'ma slide (Slide)
Send the addy, then you know I'm outside (Like, what?)
Hop out, throwin' shots, don't die
You talkin' 'bout Naz, but your brother in the sky, like (Like)
They be thinkin' this shit is a game (Is a game)
Nigga died, now his brother got fame
If you lack, he get flocked with this flame
And I'm smokin' that boy (Like), he got left in the train (Notti)
How you lyin'? Just sit there in cap (What?)
Dissin' on Nazzy, but you ain't get back (Get back)
I got knockers, bitch, I'm movin' tact (Like)
Like, bitch, I'm a demon blitzin' with the Makk (Ewok)
[Chorus: Mo Kartii]
917, I be stuck in my racks (Like, damn)
All this money, I'm losin' my track (Like, damn)
All this 'za, I be losin' my pack (Grrah)
If 41K, this shit deeper than rap (41)
Niggas be lyin', we shoot at his cap (Like, damn)
You ain't 41K, nigga, stop it (Stop it)
And they jackin' our 41 Boppin' (Grrah)
Now it's a trend if they see Notti Boppin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Right hand out, clutch on that knife (What else?)
After that, put your hand to your chest (Like, damn)
Keep pokin', keep pokin'
Now that you learned, you gon' do with your left (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
That's right, smokin' on Notti (Notti)
Off the Notti, our vision is dotties (Dotty)
Off the Dotty, I'm buggin' on Wocky' (Grrah)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the body (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom), damn
