Ayy yo, Dame, suck my dick Why you talkin’ on Rogger? like Trye got hit (Rrah, rrah) fat nigga, he ran and tripped Then Jan had died right after Tyron (opp) If they talkin’ on Rogger, they all gotta die (Grrah, grrah) And I’m feelin' real disrespectful, like Why they keep dissin’ my block? Hosea,Jay,May,Matt Rah (Damn, damn) Like, how many niggas got shot? Late night, we gon' creep First one we see, he get put on a tee (Ah) Daylight, I can see First one I catch, I'ma put him to sleep Fuck the opps niggas know what I'm on EverythingK but you don't perform Spinnin' in the future I flock two pistols, boy I might hang out the window If get heavy, it get messy Try to run up, hit him and his bestie Spin the eight and we lookin' for Nesty I don't care if he Blood or he Crip If he jackin' the opps, anybody get hit Grrah grrah, grrah, grrah Suck my dick, nigga We out.