Ay, ay, ay
Screaming rest in peace to my dawg, I pray he resting in his grave
When the pastor told him to come to church every Sunday so he can get saved
They was sending death threats, he ain't take it serious so he in his grave
These young **** out here steady dying, steady dying
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs, walking blind
You play with me, them bullets flying, and I'm dying 'bout mine
And I told my opps go wait in line, wait in line
I'ma kill them **** one at a time
Lethal flow, Blac Youngsta can't keep a hoe
Drop her off quick, I give no fuck 'bout no hoe, hoe hit the door
Me and my gang, we creeping though
On the low, we toss the hoe
He lowkey then lost the hoe
Fuck that hoe, I'm claustrophobic
Using that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dawg, can't wait to hit 'im with this cig'
**** play with Co, I'm putting a hit on Mr Bigg
We taking yo top, I swear to god we splitting yo wig
Last **** lied to me, boy, I swear I took his tongue
They took Lil Woo, it's my job to be there for his mom
We took a few but this shit don't still feel like we won
No matter how far I go, I can't forget the slums
Ay, ay, ay
Screaming rest in peace to my dawg, I pray he resting in his grave
When the pastor told him to come to church every Sunday so he can get saved
They was sending death threats, he ain't take it serious so he in his grave
These young **** out here steady dying, steady dying
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs, walking blind
You play with me, them bullets flying and I'm dying 'bout mine
And I told my opps go wait in line, wait in line
I'ma kill them **** one at a time
I lost real hittas to real pussies, that don't sit well with me
But I guess slipping goals until I get back, that's a L for me
I come from that culture where I'm a soldier and a general
Four hunnid shots of switches in one car, I ain't lied in one bar for real
I'm really a gangsta, they think I'm a star
Ran up these millions and choppa proof my car, ****
Ay, ay
Oh, they wet up ya man, you say you was hurt
You popped you a perc, that shit ain't gon' work
Go put in some work, ****
I be on my knees praying to my choppa like it's church, ****
Stay on point before they turn yo foreign whip to a hearse, ****
Ay, ay, ay
Screaming rest in peace to my dawg, I pray he resting in his grave
When the pastor told him to come to church every Sunday so he can get saved
They was sending death threats, he ain't take it serious so he in his grave
These young **** out here steady dying, steady dying
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs, walking blind
You play with me, them bullets flying and I'm dying 'bout mine
And I told my opps go wait in line, wait in line
I'ma kill them **** one at a time

Writer(s): Mario Mims, Sammie Benson & Christopher Pearson.