Yessir

We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped
Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match
Rather see us on our backs, so our funerals be packed
But we steady comin' different if they get velcros we get straps
If you ain't bout it move from round it cuz the gang already crowded
Trap full of demons, snakes, and bugs, no rats we don't allow it
Drop the rakes and rap for fun, throwin' dice wit our allowance
Roll up shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands

You can't even break a glock down, but you wanna shoot wit me
You put the ball in my hands, well bro you can't hoop with me
For real thought you was my mans, but you played the goof in me
But now its no more foolin' me
You better keep it bool wit me, be loose wit me
You see me tell yo crew to leave 'cause this shit between you and me
Come to class teach you a lesson, Niña give you school for free
They always look surprised before they die like how this life get choosed for me
I know that God gon' want an explanation, but by now he used to me
I give a bitch my time for just one night and she get glued to me
I must of hit it right 'cause she still be actin' good to me
But if she see me trap for real will she still be in the mood for me
Shit I doubt it I doubt it

Oh yeah we spot 'em now we got 'em
Now he rotten, no more frontin' in this bitch
Hear a lot of quackin' they start duckin' in that bitch
Get up close and put 'em down like we dunkin' in this bitch
When we start screamin' out them murder words start runnin' in this bitch

We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped
Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match
Rather see us on our backs, so our funerals be packed
But we steady comin' different if they get velcros we get straps
If you ain't bout it move from round it cuz the gang already crowded
Trap full of demons, snakes, and bugs, no rats we don't allow it
Drop the rakes and rap for fun, throwin' dice wit our allowance
Roll up shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands

If I ain't got no pills or no more weed to smoke that's down bad
How you claim you makin' money I still see you movin' dime bags
Sellin' you the higher prices, you won't profit off of my pack
Y'all sellin' gas with names I gave 'em like I brought 'em off my back
So I got questions that need answers what the fuck you need a bubble sheet?
Better fill it out or paramedics will need a bunch of sheets
We hoopers in the Raq, if you can't shoot you better dunk at least
And our gas the strongest you smokin' mid I hope you drunk at least
Yo mans just died, but you been clubbin'
I hope you crunk at least
I heard they tryna diss me back they better dump them beats
So many dead opps rolled they ash in fronto leaves
So many dead opps roll, puff, pass like pronto please

We can't click or clack, so when its beef we get it wrapped
Rather score like tit for tat then let them creep up every match
Rather see us on our backs, so our funerals be packed
But we steady comin' different if they get velcros we get straps
If you ain't bout it move from round it cuz the gang already crowded
Trap full of demons, snakes, and bugs, no rats we don't allow it
Drop the rakes and rap for fun, throwin' dice wit our allowance
Roll up shake and clean our guns, and hope the next hit in the thousands