O block, nigga, that’s some O
Hm, if you set trippin’, why you in Chiraq on Lil Steve?

Hm, he gon’ take you to the East to meet Skuba Steve, fuck you mean?
(He back on the shit, one time, my nigga, Von, what’s up, nigga?)
Put him on his fuckin’ knees, bust his head (came from the O)
Know I’m on a bunch of lean, huh, bunch of red (came from the East)
Huh, huh, on Lil Steve, hu-huh
On gang, ayy (yeah)

Deebo Lotti, he ain’t got no bodies, them boys ain’t slidin’
He ain’t ’bout it, he won’t hurt nobody, plus that boy ain’t solid (bitch)
You know I got it, make me up this chopper, show you how we rockin’ (ayy!)
He see my beard, make that boy step back, Skuba ain’t no Rocket (Rock-Rocket)

Jab step, make that nigga buckle, they gon’ think we hoopin’
Got this Draco from my custo uncle, he don’t even use it
He done sold it to the right young nigga, you, know I’ma shoot it (you know I’ma, bah-bah, bah-bah)
Get to pressin’ niggas, ‘timidatin’ niggas with this music (ayy, he go-)

You stuck your neck out for the wrong niggas, now you ’bout to lose it (you will)
Now you half-dead, now you bleedin’ out, you losin’ fluid
I got twin choppers, look like Bin Laden, they congruent (ayy, ayy, bitch)

If they send Sada, I’ma end oppers with this Ruger (okay)
You a cock-blocker, your bitch dick suckin’, how you do it? (Okay)
You be actin’ out, you know them clips around, this ain’t no movie (oh no)
You a lame ass, broke, plain dressin’ ass goofy (oh no)

Still got on drip when I load my shit, I just bought a brick (let’s get-)
I’m talkin’ shit, I’m a walkin’ lick, still I’ll off a bitch (boom, boom)
I’m off them grits, and on Percocets, they say that don’t mix (boom, boom, boom, boom)
But I’m legit, I’ll plead the Fifth, and shoot you with the 6 (boom, boom, boom, boom)

Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon’ ride
Babe, ain’t no cap, she know that I’m that, look me in my eyes
Told him, “Relax, we don’t beef on wax, I’ll see you outside”
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin’, we all know you lied (Von)

Now be for real, you ain’t tryna drill, boy, you ain’t tryna kill (you ain’t tryna kill)
You off that pill, it got you actin’ tough, but that ain’t how you is (but that ain’t how you is)
I’m that for real, and I’m worth a mil’, and still get on your heels (wha’? Huh?)
He live right where? Now I’m in the car parked outside his crib (outside his crib)

He ain’t gon’ blow, bitch (nah, nah), I was tryna score when I was on parole (I was on parole)
He got a pole, but that’s just for show, I know he a hoe
He ain’t gon’ blow, bitch, I was tryna score when I was on parole (boom, boom, boom!)

That boy a bitch, he shoot out the whip, nah, he ain’t really slidin’
They always miss, just runnin’ they lips, that’s why they keep on dyin’
Just hit they block, I’m talkin’ 20 times, man, these niggas hidin’
I caught the play, and now I’m throwin’ bullets, I’m thinkin’ it’s Madden

I got his lo’, can’t be movin’ slow, he right by the store
He got a fro’ with a Pelle coat, plus he with a hoe
He on his phone, once I’m on your ass, boy, you on your own
I get ’em gone, it happened so fast, all he heard was boom (boom-boom!)

I never miss, they think that I’m cheatin’, my gun got a glitch
I mean a switch, I can shoot a brick, and they still say I hit (uh, wha’?)
I mean they hit, they caught that nigga Brick, and hit him in his shit (boom!)

Load your strap, then put one up top, you know we gon’ ride (King Von)
Babe, ain’t no cap, she know that I’m that, look me in my eyes
Told him, “Relax, we don’t beef on wax, I’ll see you outside” (King Von)
You showed your hand, you need to quit playin’, we all know you lied