[Intro]
Plain and simple
F-F-Faint

[Verse]
N***a better precede wit' caution, he'll be end up splat
And if I catch one of these opp n***as be walking, I'ma jump out in black
And I gotta have some za, I be drip as fuck when I put in the gear
I gotta sit in the back with the guns, these n***as usually drivin'
When I push up better let me know who not to lick, lil' fast be wildin'
N***as ain't tryna get munyun for real, why the fuck you in the field?
I woke up, got the call that June was dead, that shit had gave me chills
I’m outside wit' blick on me, I never ran
N***as say he bumped down on me
N***as say he bumped down on me, bitch I’m still lit
Brought lil' buddy on a two man, he tryna steal shit
Where you get your guns from? Take us to the spot
N***as be hoes ain't never did shit, ain’t never got shit hot
N***a my mama even know I got like ten guns at her spot
Lil' buddy might take yo' soul and at the end he might crack a smile
N***a used to hidin', 'cause n***a don’t be outside (F-F-Faint)
If I catch a n***a walkin get his wig split
How you tellin' me we ain't ready?
How you tellin' me we ain't ready, my artillery heavy
Get behind some fast shit and crash whips for real
Oh your Trackhawk geeked up? Let me test drive
Damn, I got some fine shit in college
My lick was easy 'cause he had a purse and not a wallet
These n***as be moving wrong as fuck, these n***as ain't got no knowledge
N***a outside with blick on me you know I got a rocket
I ain't gon' cap, if I hear shots first I'ma duck then I start poppin'
[Outro]
Fuck