This Is What You Get lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Death]
So you could say you're a g
You ain't never did sh*t 'cept make tracks that nobody see
[?] position
You tryna get features and come up on me
Young killa creep mane got the steel
If you squeal, take your b*tch ass out to the sea
Puttin' on for the scene, break a motherf*cking [?]
Motherf*ckers gon' sleep, don't breathe, don't dream
OG with the Sweets, Sour D [?] smokin' trees
Creep up and a motherf*cker really gon' see
Creep up and a motherf*cker really gon' flee
If you was a [?] you wouldn't be [?] tryna talk to me
All my motherf*ckers go hard for me
All 'em motherf*ckers gon' bother me

[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like this)
Aw yeah, now I'm zoned
Yung Death with the chrome
Put that sh*t up to your dome, wanna bring yo' choppa home
Think you bad to the bone, I'ma show you that's wrong
See, my n*ggas [?] and your life won't last long
When I grab a microphone, beat up on 'em like a xylophone
Sayin' that's the king, b*tch, [?] on my throne
Find a lil b*tch, take her back to my honeycomb
Hit her in the [?] then the face with my chromosome
Bullsh*t, I can't [?] silicone
[?] gettin' stoned
Never, ever been a cold young killa with a flow
pus*y n*ggas gettin' on everything I bring home
Stick it to the g, [?]
Haters talkin' real bold but they gettin' exposed
Any n*gga opposed get they body enclosed in a pine box
Up the river where they n*ggas go