3rd Degree

[Intro]
(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrich)
Ayy
Look

[Chorus]
We be burnin' niggas up
Every time an opp die, we be turnin' niggas up
He got a thousand likes on his last picture 'cause of us
I'll leave a nigga at his crib like I'm in a rush

[Verse]
Heard your mans got popped, wish his ass would've died
When you send this bitch your addy, we gon' send your ass to God
Bitch, you gotta pick one, you can't play both sides
He far as hell, but I'm finna walk him down like a bride
Huh, ayy, this that stick talk
I just put a leg on the Glock, made my stick walk
Chopper gave that nigga diarrhea, made his shit soft
When they took that nigga watch, they should've cut his wrist off
I be in the laboratory workin' like I'm Dexter
I'ma shoot a nigga in his face, I ain't no wrestler
Smokin' on this new opp pack, this shit pressure
They got that nigga buried underground like some treasure
It's an opp birthday, celebrate it 'cause he dead
Cock your brain like a gun when I put one in the head
It's gon' be yolk everywhere when I crack that nigga egg
We be makin' niggas run back to they car like that nigga Red
Use them legs
We'll knock that motherfucker off your shoulder, use your head
We'll put your ass to sleep forever, better use your bed
That nigga runnin' with a gun in his hand, use your lead

[Chorus]
Ayy, we be burnin' niggas up
Every time an opp die, we be turnin' niggas up
He got a thousand likes on his last picture 'cause of us
I'll leave a nigga at his crib like I'm in a rush