Fake Your Death

[Intro]
Uh, uh (Henry, you ate this one)

[Chorus]
I heard they want smoke
I been outside
I ain't hidin' from nothin'
I been on go
Know you gon' die from all your words, can't take that back no more
Slime put you up, you crossed the line, my five want him a soul
On Channel 9, gon' be the last time your face was shown
Talk 'bout that, I call that
I'll get you stretched from thinkin' that you 'bout that
Can't doubt that
Staked out, outside my grandma house
They got the drop on me and all, and still ain't swerved
What up with y'all?
I'll bust 'em all and who involved

[Verse]
That stick hit, make one do the Stanky Leg
Whole block get painted red
My slime said they ain't never sidin', never spun back, he'll leave one dead
I'ma die about that
In the streets, tryna bust a nigga head
It ain't beef 'til I aim at his dreads
Green flag on the stick, paint it red
I ain't worried, I'm gone off meds
In the day where they left his ass buried
Our face stamped on obituaries
Don't play, it ain't safe, this shit get scary
He a demon, grow horns on his head
Murder business, I know you heard him say it
When he slip, I'ma drop the bag then
Chopsticks hit, put 'em in his bed
You drove from smoke, don't want that boy, I'm tellin' you, it's gangster
Lil' Bro let it blow, wan' up the score, he say that he gon' spank you
It's too late to run and hide, you know that your life been in danger
That's my five on go
I clear the smoke
Step on who wan' be famous
Get left brainless, playin' games that leave you stanky
That stick came from banger dad's
Get left bad from you not thinkin', tryna up in rankin'
Lose your life, get smashed, they know we bangin'
Behind all this, you gon' die
Or, not? He died no more renamin'
Stay dangerous
Too anxious
Wan' step on somethin'
'Cause they spoke on my thug
He ain't been like this, it's somethin' 'bout that
I put that shit in blood, it's too outrighteous
Don't make me send whoa masked up with his gloves
Soon as that fire hit, a body jump from gettin' filled with slugs
What up? Nigga know he can't fuck with us
Get bust up
Don't try your luck
Better touch somethin'
We all pluck ducks
Cutter rip you up, tell 'em, "Pick you up"
They ain't like us
Trey in the dust
We in chopper town with a sack on us
He'll knock you down, better not get back up
Runnin' all around, we don't give no fucks
They know 'bout that "Rrrt", they heard that sound before
Let 'em know 'bout that "Rrrt", one of 'em done felt that smoke
Don't tell 'em 'bout that "Rrrt", they chalk shit off for sure
They ain't built to sling that "Rrrt", they ain't never up the score

[Chorus]
I heard they want smoke
I been outside
I ain't hidin' from nothin'
I been on go
Know you gon' die from all your words, can't take that back no more
Slime put you up, you crossed the line, my five want him a soul
On Channel 9, gon' be the last time your face was shown
Talk 'bout that, I call that
I'll get you stretched from thinkin' that you 'bout that
Can't doubt that
Staked out, outside my grandma house
They got the drop on me and all, and still ain't swerved
What up with y'all?
I'll bust 'em all and who involved