aint no competing defeating, retreating thats your besy resort,my homies all ttg with extendos lets go to war, well bring tje beef to ya door, call it the house of corps, cause when we leve i guarentee that ya bodys cover the floor, now fuck it whos keeping score, you want war?? thats what youll get, when them hollow tips start to pour, alot of these niggas turn bitch, and thats the truth, aint talking shit you counterfeit fake as hell, you give a distinct odor and pussys is what i smell. yeafuck it homie,, im just telling the truth, you got an issue, then pull up lets start a war that youll loose. ,,,,nigga my lil homies will shoot thell raid ya house and leve the fuck out with blood on they shoes im fucking crazy, im aiming for ya dome, ask ya homies bout me lil nigga sp is known, pulling up alone cuz-o dont that mistake you bout to crash dog you better hit them fucking brakes for its to late. im tryna man just keep walking,you fucking with a real one you better approach with caution fuck everything you talking, you need to make a choice, cause fucking with my kind dog your bound to get destroyed.