Don’t speak on my name I’m wit the mob the fuck is you thinking? I drop a bag they get on yo ass you know that I mean it , you shot at my dawg then we upped the score and now you ain’t breathing ,yeahhh pop me a perc been puttin in work while y’all niggas sleeping , chop sing like the weekend , you don’t wanna meet it , hit yo block and we creepin , you know im a demon ,in dat water you deep in, wit chains on your back holding cement , sliding round wit that llama bitch I leave you dead without blinking , 20 bands in some prps don’t give a damn bout what you thought , swear I wasn’t ever in to sports I just hit the block and I hustled hard , hit the kitchen and I blend the raw , or whipping work then I let it thaw , on the block tryna fucking ball , swear to god I done done it all, 50 racks in my mattress, sippin lean till I pass out, you niggas just cappin, you was up bu