Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em

Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so somebody gon' get it

***** get in ya car, if he pissin' you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin' 'cuz
With you from the peddle to the floor
From the shovel to the fo' fo', the devil only showed up for show

Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the, 'You wanna talk peace?' at home
Faces corps or face them in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay, yo safety is short

I got a babe to work for the courts
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth

It's strange y'all repent after saying my name
I'm about to change it like Prince call me

The skit master, beef with the street trash
The leafs, the trees, gr*** at ya pad, he's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin' his ***
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standin'

Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em

Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so somebody gon' get it

At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin' in the bushes all day
However you hunt, go get 'em
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun
Get it done however you want, go get 'em

Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get 'em
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger

I learned *****z will turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits ****, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night, it's where you get chopped up
If you stop, ***** maybe the cops might

Surroad through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on his dash board *****, no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five
In a land where the skinny *****z die, you gotta

Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so you gotta go and get 'em

Bomb 1st *****z, you gotta hurt *****z
Put in work *****z, god made dirt *****z
It don't hurt *****z, drama ain't certain *****z
But death is, so somebody gon' get it