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[Verse]
I don't see eye to eye with my brother
I'll cross a nigga out, ain't 'bout none
Ahh, when he hit the ground, that boy stumble (Ahh)
Five deep in a hotbox, we just huntin'
​killjae hop out the cut, that boy— (runnin')
Roadrunner (Roadrunner)
​killjae hop out the cut, that boy runnin'
Glock 19, Andre, that bitch drummin'
My cousin got locked up, shit wasn't 'bout none
My brother got fully ARP, I got button
I'm in New York, tryna turn nothing to something
This bitch said we locked in, [?]
We in a black Trackhawk, going fast as a bitch, when it's night time, can't see us coming
Bro throwed off, said he'll give him a headshot, he ain't get headshot, tap that boy stomach
Nigga wanna be me, we ain't got shit in common
If you see what I seen, then your dumbass would vomit
I'm ready go Micro Drac', throwed on it
In the 392 Scat pack, my foot on it
Bro trim, he'll get on your ass just for joaning
If I wanna use 300 Black, bruh'll loan it
Bitch don't trip if you left in the dust
I got left in the dust and this shit get lonely
My ma' say who do I trust, like I'm Tony
I trust my Glock, that bitch stay on me
She not my thot, I'm just fuckin' on it
Could drop dot, niggas still wouldn't pull up on me
I-I was 15 with that NUMBER (N)INE on me
I bossed up, Dior denim, my shit Homme
[?], like I'm [?]
It's back to the bity, we ready get it rollin'

[Outro]
We ready get it rollin'
On my dead homie
On my dead homie
Roadrunner
You don't wanna get hit, get the fuck out the road
On my dead homie
On my bro grave