| Five percent, 10 on the wood, we ridin' classified |
| Everybody killers, and they demons 'till somebody die |
| Don’t like to have heart-to-hearts, like to watch mama’s cry |
| Rock-a-bye baby when the shots will sing a lullaby |
| Body after body, it will never slow down |
| I get boogie with this hoodie, it’ll fucking go down |
| You know I walk with it on me, it’ll be a show down |
| A nigga tried to snatch my chain, we gon' shut this show down |
| I’m in the middle of the club screaming out «Who want it?» |
| Savage told me «Niggas bitches, don’t bother» |
| I been drinking Henny straight like it’s a note in a bottle |
| Taking prescriptions everyday, I pray it open me up |
| Popped one, popped two, popped three |
| Walk with a nine like my name Drew Brees |
| Red rum, red rum when it’s up it’s first degree |
| We been up all month head huntin' no sleep |
| Heard through the grapevine niggas plottin', and I gotta keep it on me |
| I had to check some temperatures, see if they really want it |
| Some niggas crossed me down show me love is phony |
| They left the stab wounds in my back and left this pain on me |
| But, you won’t catch me drownin' in no sorrow |
| Niggas live today, but they be gone by tomorrow |
| Heard you killed a nigga that you loved but you’ll let it go |
| But, a hearse ain’t got no twin beds nigga fuck it, you gon' die alone |
| Body after body, it will never slow down |
| I get boogie with this hoodie, it’ll fucking go down |
| You know I walk with it on me, it’ll be a show down |
| A nigga tried to snatch my chain, we gon' shut this show down |
| I’m in the middle of the club screaming out «Who want it?» |
| Savage told me «Niggas bitches, don’t bother» |
| I been drinking Henny straight like it’s a note in a bottle |
| Taking prescriptions everyday, I pray it open me up |
| Motherfucking want it, uh |
| They don’t motherfucking want it |