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[Intro]
(Lorenz, don't stop)
(Ayy, good lookin' for this, Cali)

[Verse]
Oh, he named himself Head, well, I'm tryna catch his head, blow his mind open
Catch him out, if he try to run away, blow his spine open
All I wanna do is kill, kill, kill, kill 'til my time open
They said weed kill cells, bitch, I blow just to keep me focused
When y'all came down my block, y'all was not blowin'
And I wasn't even there, that's the crazy part
Tryna record everything that y'all do, y'all gotta play it smart
This bitch really think that I'm her nigga, we just fuckin', bitch, play your part
Lil' bitch tryna love on me, what the fuck?
You don't know me, lil' bitch, I'll take your heart and run with it
Don't call this shit art, how I put it together, I have fun with it
And, bitch, everywherе I go, you know I gotta keep my fuckin' gun with me
All I know is red rum when I see thе opps
And every time I send a shot, somebody gettin' shot
Bitch, I'm top shotta, I dare a nigga play up on my top
Put an opp out with all this heat, man, I swear I made his face drop
Boy, you ain't got no aim, shootin' towards the ground
He got a limp when he walk, I know he keep a frown
We the ones turned the beef up when they seen they mans on the ground
Talkin' all that rah-rah shit and got his bitch ass fanned down
In this rap shit, y'all whole camp can't fuck with me, hands down
And how y'all claim y'all some opps and y'all fanned out?
Free gang, I can't wait 'til they let my mans out
Broke-ass nigga, you'll never see me askin' for a handout
I'm top shotta, niggas know what's up with me, boy
Try me, nigga, you gon' D-I-E, boy
Run up, get blown down thinkin' shit sweet, boy
You need to chill the fuck out, you can never be me, boy
The boys out, bitch, and I'm still ridin' with it
Thought he was a certified tweaker, how he die with it?
Bitch-ass nigga tried to duck the shots, still hit him
Long live Tay, shootin' a 27, make the opps still feel him
I'm tryna get some shit crackin', nigga, tell the opps pop out
Before I pull up, I'm tryna see if I'm hangin' out or hoppin' out
Fuck niggas, let me catch you tryna chill, then I'm hoppin' out
We caught 'em with they pants down the worst way, so we had to box 'em out
I'm tryna figure out who want smoke, tell 'em come with it
Bitch, I'm ready for anything, bitch, I'm done with it
Niggas wanna rap like me, y'all my sons, nigga
They was hatin' on me, now I'm in my bag, bitch, I'm that one nigga
If you see me out, bitch, I don't talk much
They was sleepin' on me, now it's time to turn the notch up
You only drove to the store, now you claim you on an opp hunt
Bitch, I'm a humble-ass nigga, boy, I ain't gotta stunt, it's facts
It's Tay Mafia, bitch, we turn opps to a pack
Bitch, I'm really turnt for real, they can't face the fact
On bullshit if you see me up in all black
Got a four-nick on me, this four-five'll push a nigga shit back
High as fuck, these dead niggas pushed my shit back
Try me and get your stupid ass gift-wrapped
Bitch-ass nigga, once he dead, you can't get him back
Nigga, go and step, bitch-ass nigga, you need to get some get-back
Don't call my phone, I ain't tryna talk, bitch
The beef on, this ain't work, I ain't callin' off
The way I shoot this ARP, bitch, it's like it's tryna talk
I ain't worried 'bout no nigga touchin' me, these niggas cotton soft
Niggas always sneak dissin' to the hoes, they need to knock it off
Gay-ass nigga
Stay safe before you end up in the past, nigga
Oh, you mad, nigga?
Catch you out and send shots and make you run fast, nigga