exposing me (remix)

that's the way it go

ima hit this cut

you hit that cut

betta know which way to go

got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know

niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the o

drop a bag on your head

my shootas get paid to blow

fuck around and slide through the o

like i'm from the o

let off 23 then 7 more

that's how i come for bro

t. roy ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it though

they got so many dead niggas

bitch i don't know who to smoke

i don't know who to smoke

but i'll take lil boo to go

i can see him through the smoke

caught his ass comin' out yo crib

shot him through the door

tweakin' off the mids

i think lil steve comin' through the floor

he got caught in traffic

waldo ain't get to finish his status

he on the internet laughin'

cappin'

then got caught without it

fuck yo homie dead

you heard what i said

fuck sheroid

fuck odee

fuck d-thang

and fuck tire head

you niggas hoes to me

you couldn't even get close to me

i keep my heater

it's right by my side

so watch how you walk when approachin' me

baldy got smoked by a tree

run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf

now they chalkin' up the street

for walkin' up the street

please stop talkin' up the beef

j money got it the worst of me

that's how it's supposed to be

it's a lot of niggas that i'm not even gon' mention but they where they supposed to be

niggas be thinkin' they killas

you look like a ghost to me

boy i been smokin' your homie

this shit chokin' me

mentioning scrapp ain't gon' get you shit but a new grave

we do it for scrapp

we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks

i'm fresh off a hit

might switch up the clothes

but i got the same glock

you know what it is

we comin' for more

might shoot up the same block

these niggas mentionin' tooka

i'll fuck around

send you to meet him

i don't got my glock

when i see an opp

on bro ima beat 'em

i'm smokin' lil steve can't breath

i'm thinkin' its over

i wish i was right there when lil boo got smoked

i woulda ran his shit over

pass him to me

we just add him to the family tree

smacked his ass with the back of the heat

stello got hit from the back of the seat

damn

the back of the seat?

he tried to get up from the back of the seat

they left his head in the back of the seat

murda? who you murdered?

talkin' about you flippin' shit

what? a burger?

boy you nervous

you ain't never shot no one in person

you niggas bitches

where y'all purses?

man you niggas went and dyed y'all hair on purpose

but was it worth it? how that's workin'?

man i wouldn't be surprised if they start twerkin'

told 'em stay in tune bitch i'm workin'

please don't think shit chicken

this ain't church's

tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses

i should get a million for these verses