[Intro]
Damn, damn
Broke the Internet (Tell you what)
Put that n***a ass in the dirt
I'll tell you what, are you doing too much talking? (Free kill)
Fuck wrong with you? (Free kill) I'll tell you what, though
What? What?
(Staccs on the beat, so it sound different)

[Chorus]
Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table (Dig?)
Nowadays, the first thing a n***a do is start fake beef, then sign to a label (Dig?)
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Dig?)
Poke a n***a up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum (Dig?)

[Verse 1]
I cannot beef with a n***a, he dead
I got some n***as I raised from the dead
I was brought up to keep one in the head
No, it's no talking, my name is not Ted
I'm gonna give these lil' n***as the blues, won't stop 'til I see a whole lot of red
Popping these Percs, on a whole lot of meds
Kill all the opps and then run from the feds
Tie that bitch up in the bathroom 'cause you know this a home invasion
N***as on the net talking all that tough shit, tell the n***a drop location
I'ma let the hollow point come out the blick just 'cause I like vibration
Nowadays, a n***a die over a bitch when it all was an entanglement (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't beef with that lil' n***a, he dead (Dig?)
Yeah, I can't beef with him, he dead
Murder your mom, shoot your dad in the head
I got some jewelry, it cost me some bread
Fuck all the jewelry and fuck how I paid
Throwing the paint, we was toting the lead
We sleep with guns that's stuffed inside the bed
[Chorus]
Know it get hot in the streets, so I gotta keep a cooling kit on the table
Nowadays, the first thing a n***a do is start fake beef, then sign to a label
New opp pack in the air, go ahead and gas him up, inflate him (Yeah)
Poke a n***a up with the mask on, talkin' 'bout Jason, ain't talkin' 'bout Tatum

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah (Dig?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?)
Yeah, uh, yeah (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Dig?)
Yeah (Dig?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm gonna walk in your crib with the chop, when I walk out, I'ma leave with a limb
Told you lil' n***as this was an invasion, I kick the door, I feel like I'm Zay
He had a choice, he ended up taking the harder way, I'm calling him Tim
Bro will kill you 'cause the color of your brim, 12 will kill you 'cause the color your skin
Kill a street n***a and it don't mean shit, kill a rap n***a and get famous
And I'm gon' kill every rat I see, I'ma kill 'til they endangered
Takin' these penitentiary chances, you know that I gotta stay dangerous
You was my homie, you stole from me, so you know I gotta chop off your fingers