[Intro]
Huh? (Mmm, Elii)
They got me labeled as shooter, n***a, [?]

[Verse]
Sneak dissing get you killed, n***a, save all that talking
Drop me off on the corner, when I come through I'm walking
Mask on, n***as snitching, doing hella extra talking (Huh?)
Last case went to trial 'cause I ain't taking what they offer
OG was finna play me out my strap, I tried to off him
Homicide asking questions 'bout a murder, I ain't talking (Uh-uh)
[?] said the AR shooting fifty baby rockets
Chase him down in the rain, tryna sit him on his pockets
Before you leave the house without your thing weigh your options (Huh?)
Suckers be tryna score, we ain't finna let 'em profit (Bang, bang)
Real n***as dying young, RIP to Earl Flocka (Huh?)
And that's my blood fucking brother, nah, n***a, this ain't Bompton (Huh?)
I'm from Vietnam valley, lil n***a play with choppers (Huh?)
High speeding hitting fences, got me scuffing up my Pradas (Huh?)
Twenty thousand dollar lick got me feeling like a shotta
I ain't never chased a bitch, that's a broke n***a problem
Since '08 I been wilding, ain't never had no dad
Two GLOCKs, two sticks, is you stupid? Do the math
Moms called me hella names when I pulled up in that Jag
I told her respect the fact I want the shit I never had
They slid and we doubled back, boy, you better keep your hammer (Huh?)
Two-tone Smith & Wesson, call that bitch Danny Phantom
Choosing to sneak diss until we knock him out his Gammas
They tryna to get him to snitch talking 'bout we on camera
Swear to God they tryna blam us, forgive me for my sins
Three deep, three guns, pulling skits out my Benz (Huh?)
Cutthroat, blood brothers, give a fuck bout a friend
Yelling free my n***a Mack until they let him out the pen (Huh?)
Tunnel vision for revenge, riding round with a K (Bitch)
Got the drop, fuck a opp, knock his nose off his face (Stupid)
Your main bitch the main reason my n***as know where you stay (Huh?)
Pistol grip on that pump, we kicking down n***as' gates, hold on
Big bro, let me get 'em, all headshots
Lil bro, we ain't throwing out no leg shots
What you think you finna get with your hands out?
Take a chance for that chance and pull them bands out
Until it jam let this motherfucker fan out
Louis shoes with the belt, n***a, stand out
If n***as tripping tell [?] pull a fan out (Huh?)
Any n***a in my way, he getting fanned out
Know his bitch wanna fuck 'cause she keep calling
They gon' keep asking questions 'cause you keep talking
I ain't with that sneak diss, I'm in the streets often
You better make sure you strapped in these streets walking
Five ounces in the Fanta had me sleep walking (Huh?)
In your dreams, lil boy, that n***a sleep talking
Nana told me to be patient, try to stack your money
I'm on probation, if they on us then we gotta run 'em, n***a (Huh?)