كل نفس سوف تذوق الموت (Every soul will taste death) lyrics

[Verse]
Run right thru to the cops
I ain't playing with you mothaf*ckas
I don't serve no OPPs (oppositions)
If you lookin' for the kid I be choking on the block
With a switch blade
Hammer for b*tches with n*ggas that can't slay, bang
b*tches wanna cam for a big play, dayum
Bodies in the sand on the ridgeway, man
Addies in my bag or my briefcase
Lookin' so ugly you lookin' like Weequay, damn
I don't got a plan
I don't needa b*tch to cam
Po my purple lean up in this Sprite an then I feel it man

[Hook]
Burn it
Burn it
Burn it
I ain't playing with you b*tches
If you chilling with the cops I ain't playing with you b*tches
If you f*cking with these hoes I ain't playing with you b*tches
Same name with a chain in the brain you all b*tches, I ain't playin'
sh*t
You f*ckin with a real one
You b*tches betta fear one
I'm plotting with my boy young Skel you n*ggas bouta feel one