So tragic to his fucking mans Up blicky then I show the killer stance I ain't squashing no beef, I ain't trying to make amends Put holes in a nigga, turned em into SquarePants Tried to up the nine milli, so bitch, I have to fap Opps is saying shit is on sight, I put belt to ass F*ck around and fount out, now you in a body bag Seen a bad bitch with the ass, so I have to have Spin back, yeah, fuckin' spin again Move back, chop gon' knock you in the wind Move wrong, I'ma fuckin' sin again Choppa knock him in the head, I'ma fucking kill his friend They be scared of Lil Rick, cause I'm getting in they heads Sold his ass fake pills, he geeking off the meds I don't say names, but we smoking on they deads Pop out at the function, seen the opps, they all fled Alright, shoot the nigga in his leg Shoot the nigga in his head He don't need to wear a vest, bitch Cause I'm not aiming for the motherfucking chest, bitch Yop, I said I'm shooting for what's left, bitch Shooting at the head and fucking neck, bitch Like a boss battle, asking for who next, bitch Ron Finessa, nigga, comin for them checks, bitch Rick Finessa finna have to take his main, bitch Then I'm in the Maro, cutting up I have to lane switch Coppin' hella Ps and flippin' purp, that be my main shit I got binary switches, but I also got the gang shit Hate a bad bitch that's always on that dumb shit The type to go up in your wallet, always trying to take shit So it's f*ck the hoes, I don't need them, tryna make it Yeah my whole gang real, f*ck the opps, we never fake shit Try to match the gang, but bitch, we don't match with poops Brodie wanna catch his first body, I'mma pass the hoop Get my Scooby-Doo on your ass, I don't have to shoot Bitch, I got a big-ass dog, I don't need my goons So tragic to his fucking mans Up blicky then I show the killer stance I ain't squashing no beef, I ain't trying to make amends Put holes in a nigga, turned em into SquarePants