I was running up a check, on my momma I was repping Heard them niggas diss my name, if we slide, get the stepping If you wanna talk some shit, drop the addy we gon' spin that But them niggas really lame, they over stepping, so we end that End the beef with his opps, now we double teaming niggas I ain’t talking Devin Book, Chris Paul cross these niggas Crossing niggas off the list, who want smoke, get the coffin Smoking niggas in a blunt, with his opps, then we drop them Then we wrapping up your gang, air 'em up like some roaches With some quarter pounder cheese, slime 'em out with no purpose Now he looking real nervous, 223 Michael Myers Get my lick back, calling Jason Voorheese with my snipers Bad bitch, Innocent, ****ed her once, she a demon Now she feening for some dick, I'm a god, Morgan freeman Now we spinning at your opps, get the drop then we leaving Ain’t no better feeling, get the deal, now we really winning