(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with 50
My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like, "My fault"
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I can drop a hundred bitches without even tryin'
Don't post shit about my brother, nigga, you ain't slidin'
I might catch that bitch and up that bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
Tryna shoot you in your shit and I won't leave the cops come
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid shit like, "Why these niggas nervous?"
I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid shit like, "Where that nigga buried?"
I'll be damned if I go broke and give that stupid bitch a Birkin
Brodie died by himself, wish it was me, it really hurt me
Percocet used to help the pain, but now it just ain't working
Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with 50
My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like, "My fault"
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that bitch and up that bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin' (Smurk)
I cut niggas off who I had real love for (real love for)
My lil' brother takin' all of them Percs, feel like a custo' (a custo')
Learned from my mistakes, like why the state do that to JusBlow? (JusBlow)
Mad 'cause he ain't slide, he really is, but he ain't catch though (he ain't catch though)
Cut 'em off
Tryna balance this music with this street shit, feel like tug of war
And this shit be crazy, the ones you doubt be the ones who love you more (uh)
Street nigga, I love to be around niggas who just love to war
If I get that vibe you don't fuck with mine, then I ain't gon' fuck with yours
Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me
So the killers I got with me, they from out the city
Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy
Might not make it out with ten, so I walk 'round with 50
My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up
Uh, uh, nod off, get you knocked off
Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I be like, "My fault"
I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin'
I might catch that bitch and up that bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout wildin'
I might catch you with your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin'
.223, we bop him
I make Hotty drop somethin'
I know he gon' pop one
I be tryna get in his head, but I know I can't stop nothin'
