Eli

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me?

We all got them trials and tribulations

We all got a lotta niggas hatin'

But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit

You hear me?

Bitch I really be rappin', all my niggas really be trappin'

You hear me? But tell me what's the difference though

This for Lil Ben (Ben)

Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it

I done did it again

This for them niggas that post in them trenches

They callin' again, YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I'mma zip him

I'm fallin' again, that's my nigga, if he down, I'mma lift him

Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let's get off in some shit

Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique

This shit ain't playin', ain't no tellin' how worser can it get

Let it play out 'cause if it's true then I'mma split his shit

I cut his water short, I put that on my soul

We get it in how we live, they don't know

Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold

Heard these niggas want it, grab the cutter, time to roll

Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see 'em

MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they'll never hear 'em

Bitch we really steppin', he want pressure, I wouldn't wanna be him

'Til that nigga die I open fire every time I see him

Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon' get 'em though

Every day I'm runnin' with some hittas straight up out that four

Really big B livin', sellin' drugs right up off the porch

Play 'round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin' choke

'Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me

Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA

What the fuck do you mean it's tatted on me

I'mma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me

I'mma walk through the mall with a check up on me

Got a gun on my waist, that you know I don't play that

I want a nigga for to take it from me

I heard these pussy niggas hatin' on me

I guess that he pray to the devil

They know that we stay 'bout whatever

If he play then you know we gon' stretch him

I'm runnin' with some cold steppers

They don't got no mind, they reckless

Say he gon' rob me, you know I won't let him

Stay with that Glock and you know I'm a felon

This for Lil Ben

Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it

I done did it again

This for them niggas that post in them trenches

They callin' again, YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I'mma zip him

I'm fallin' again, that's my nigga, if he down, I'mma lift him

Roll up a 'gar, start up the car, let's get off in some shit

Montana say he think somebody snitchin' in the clique

This shit ain't playin', ain't no tellin' how worser can it get

Let it play out 'cause if it's true then I'mma split his shit