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