They don′t love me they just wanna see me knocked off

Teriyaki how I'm drippin′ please no hot sauce

They got partna booked for murder like not my dawgYou kill my partna we gon' load up and kill all y'all

He just fifteen walkin′ clutchin′ on that 4 pound

Let off some shots we spin again let off some mo' rounds

7.62 clear the scene look like a ghost town

I catch ′em anywhere no Yung Joc it's gon′ go down

We do walk ups make sure we don't do no missing

I feel good when I kill all my opposition

Run down know imma empty all of the extensions

When I caught my first stain I just could stop the grinnin′

Brother told me flex on 'em watch how these niggas envy

I blew a check on her unc told me stop the spending

She drop that kneck on me say she wanna have my children

I pop a perc I keep on sippin' til I feel it

I jumped in the game fucked around and broke the rim

Menace say don′t stress a thing he play gonna put a hole in him

I ain′t sparing none of the opps I run down for the overkill

And if these pussy niggas kill me better not call the folks on them

Just go load up with them yappas and go rearrange his temp

Smoke his ass just like a blunt send him to the sky just like a blimp

I can't cap you say I did it then I did that what it is

It′s consequences when you thuggin' better not get caught in that field

It′s my partna first day out say welcome home

Say I'm a rockstar ain′t nothing like Post Malone

These niggas copycat they want be my clone

Say you love me but you ain't pick up the phone

Don't see my right be they noticing all my wrong

This shit don′t work it′s back to gettin' off with that chrome

I got some tricks up my sleeve no Home Alone

Ain′t been to sleep in days tryna put all my niggas)on

Say we gettin' money but I′m still stuck in the hole

I won't bend break and I won′t never ever fold

Big brother fucked up ain't never comin' home

Heart cold as fuck I swear it′s made of stone

I′m in the streets but I find time to write these songs

Ghetto gospel call me ManMan Corleone

Lots of killers drug dealers where I roam

You call it Hell but where I'm from we call it Home

They don′t love me they just wanna see me knocked off

Teriyaki how I'm drippin′ please no hot sauce

They got partna booked for murder like not my dawg

You kill my partna we gon' load up and kill all y′all

He just fifteen walkin' clutchin' on that 4 pound

Let off some shots we spin again let off some mo′ rounds

7.62 clear the scene look like a ghost town

I catch ′em anywhere no Yung Joc it's gon′ go down