Intro:
Gang, b*tch ass n*gga, you's a hoe
I feel like Pac in this b*tch
Chorus:
They make instagram post cause they scared of they death
( b*tch ass boy)
That's how you put insurance on yo self
They make instagram post cause they scared of they death
b*tch that's how you put insurance on yo self
Verse 1:
If he don't got it go hook em up to a iv like he got chemo
One of them b*tches dropped now we need three mo
I dropped and I now they watch the whole horseshoe in the Z store
Tryna and one em hand gun em face em with the free throw
I hope they know its faneto, I might Debo one, pull up on a bike
I want his head, Give a brick to Craig, Spin on Friday night
Knock out his lights like he done blew a fuze, All those sticks we waiting to use, Ain't no rules, Chop whoever wit em cause they overdue
Dez killer stood over dude close no infrared
Caught me off it, beat me in the ass? they hit me in the leg
In the arm, in the thigh, but it could've been the head
But instead they had they eyes closed, They thought I was dead
Outrageous, contagious choppa lead, watch them bullets spread
Word to Vonate and T-Fed, T.I.P Big Homie Craig
But they, flonkied Lil Keef out with that bracelet on his leg
Now its funerals to plan and some blood got to shed
Chorus:
They make instagram post cause they scared of they death( b*tch ass boy)
That's how you put insurance on yo self
They make instagram post cause they scared of they death
b*tch that's how you put insurance on yo self
Verse 2:
Someone get scared, now its deeper than rapping, they say they gone clap me, they said they had my BM at they bowling alley
Well check this, b*tch I know yo BM and that hoe be lacking, so n*gga think about yo son before you play with family
b*tch I never asked nobody to like me I'm full throttle
Run that block with that rock while me handle, I globe trot em
My mama know I'm a problem but also a role model
Long chopper baby drake, and lil reagan them 4s stop em
I dome shot em, it got a laser sitting at they bottom, of that mini mac, get in black, where they at, I'm gone find em
I had a binder full of raps, no wonder I end up failing math
Instead of solving problems, I'm in class writing down every strap
I ever saw, f*ck what they adding f*ck what a fraction
This a Sig Sau, betta be packing bet not be lacking, when you know its war
Shots flew in traffic, they tried to wet me but they wet the car
And my baby mama played a part
I'm gangsta as I wanna be, know they want me on a T, so I tote that .223 like f*ck the whole SOG
I'm a introduce you to this raw sh*t,b*tch can't even go to Jasmine's for no crawfish, Boss sh*t!
Outro:
That's on gang, b*tch ass n*gga, how they f*ck a n*gga shoot me and they feel like they can ride around texting, how they f*ck a n*gga shoot me and still feel like they hang on the block and sell nickle bags
f*ck a n*gga, n*gga ain't gone sleep or grind long as we got iron round here, b*tch ass n*gga
And I don't give a f*ck bout what a n*gga talm bout n*gga cause I'm out here n*gga f*ck a n*gga
b*tch ass n*gga I'm 6 ft 6 and a n*gga miss 37 shots, b*tch ass n*gga how you hit 3 out of 37, now either god was by my side or them shootas was blind, f*ck them b*tch ass n*ggas and thats just how we rocking n*gga
Long as i got my heater this beef it Chris brown and Seyvn Streeter, b*tch ass n*gga, it won't stop
f*ck a n*gga and that's on gang and these mutha f*ckin dracos b*tch
I want one of the chains, somebody bring me back one of them f*ckin chains