[Intro]
1, 2, 3 Let's go
Why these fuck niggas talkin' on bro?
Why these fuck niggas talkin' on bro?
Why these fuck niggas talkin' on bro?
Who these lil niggas? Ion know
I ain't gotta say that I'ma throw, cause word to the set-
[Chorus]
Why these fuck niggas talkin' on bro?
Who these lil' niggas? Ion know
I ain't gotta say that I'ma throw, cause word to the set these lil' niggas know
Me and bro do a hit get low
Switch up the whip, then I switch up the pole
And you know I'ma switch up the drip
Blood on my fingers, I gotta get close
Tryna go make a nightmare on Elm Street
With this .40 I'm feelin like Krueger
When we spin, we gon' jump out the whip
Tryna get close, tryna bust a medula
And I never had love for a bitch
15, fell in love wit' a Ruger
Lil bro might spin on a scooter
Droppin' the L, we don't fuck with no losers
[Verse 1]
Every time I look up, a new opp in my mentions
It ain't ever a new nigga spinnin'
They askin' 'bout bodies, these niggas be trippin'
Don'tknow my body? They can go ask the trenches
We rob the robbers, we killin' killers
It's Velly Osama, cause bitch I'm a villain
Niggas be chattin' like they with that action
Catch him in traffic you know he gon' talk
Catch him in traffic, you know what's gon' happen
Better stop mixin' the streets with that rappin
Nigga try pull out a phone and I'm blowin' a hole through that bitch with a full metal jacket
Said he got .30, on bro niggas cappin'
Seen us a 3rd, we gon' send him a casket
Smokin' on Budda, that nigga a pack
How the fuck you got whacked, tryna come through and whack us
Niggas jokes
He hung himself, I just gave him the rope
All of these bodies they blamin' me for
If you wanna be tact' I could make it way more
Better stop dissin' my set with them boys
'Fore we come lay you to rest with them boys
I got some shit that'll really make noise
Know that 300 gon' drill on them boys
[Chorus]
Why these fuck niggas talkin' on bro?
Who these lil niggas? Ion know
I ain't gotta say that I'ma throw, cause word to the set these lil' niggas know
Me and bro do a hit get low
Switch up the whip, then I switch up the pole
And you know I'ma switch up the drip
Blood on my fingers, I gotta get close
Tryna go make a nightmare on Elm Street
With this .40 I'm feelin like Krueger
When we spin, we gon' jump out the whip
Tryna get close, tryna bust a medula
And I never had love for a bitch
15, fell in love wit' a Ruger
Lil bro might spin on a scooter
Droppin' the L, we don't fuck with no losers
[Verse 2]
And it's real in the field, real shit
If you scared then you better go get you a blick
Velly been doin' this shit since a jit
I ain't new to this, nigga I'm true to this shit
I-I'm off a yerk and you know how I get
Got me punchin' my chest and I'm stabbin' my hip
That might have made you just think about Notti
He always knew [?]
Niggas be tryna make movies and shit, like that's not the reason that dude in a spliff
Did it before and I'll do it again
If you think I'm a hoe then you already hit
Think I'm a bitch then you already shot
20 .16's they won't come to my block
Free all my demons, they got 'em up top
They know that them niggas still drillin' a lot
Hella shooters on the team, we just swept 'em with the bitch
We got scopes and we got beams, youngin's tryna take that risk
Put the grip up on the switch, I shoot that bitch right off the hip
If he trip, then we gon' blitz and we goin' down bad on him dip
Hella shooters on the team, we gon' slide up wit' them sticks
90 shots inside the whip, you know the guys stay on that shit
If he mentionin' 300, then he gotta mention hits
Have my shorty wipe his nose, might slime his mama for them bits
[Outro]
Grrah, and they gon' die
Talkin' on my bro, and you know them niggas they gon' die
All my demons they gon' slide
Pussy you a hoe, you better not come out to my-
