Murda shyt Yea we be sittin in the back Sippin on that hen and that yak Finna go get these racks Finna go hard on this beat This a rap For all you motherfukas tryna diss me You gonna end up in the back of this mf Caprice Sit you in yo seat If you dont We gonna let this choppa eat You ain’t really in these streets You ain’t bout it tho You a lil hoe You say yuh get da guala Yo where it at? Stop cappin in your raps You ain’t in these traps Ima put FM on the map Like I said this a mother fuckin wrap This Yung JB on the track We finna spend this mf back We be that banged out baby maniac In this trap I want my bread ina line no gap Gettin ready for the day I do snap Rata tat tat I don’t shoot in the back I run up broad day with the strap Finna leave slumped in yo lap bitch I’m finna hit the switch On the Glock diggin ditches On the block Fuck them all Fuck the cops. (YUH) (YUH) (YUH)