(Verse 1)
I heard n*ggas talking slick through the grape vine
Slide down on a n*gga in the day time
Hit em in the chest about eight times
I had to take his life before he take mine
I swear to god all these n*ggas really hoes
They pickin up a gun they don't fight no mo
I caught that n*gga slippin walkin to the store that's what the f*ck you get n*gga for talkin like a hoe
And if he got a spot we gone kick the door run in that b*tch put everybody on the floor I want all the work and all the dough and then we skrt off in that Land Rover
(Hook)
We got new choppas new clips all my n*ggas drill sh*t
We got new blocks extended clips all my n*ggas drill b*tch(x2)
(Verse 2)
You ain't walk up on a n*gga hit em in his brain
I got some young killas called the stretch gang
They love to see a year to watch that body drop I mildly rock on any block
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Hit em in his eye call em fetty wap
(Hook)