Fuck Durham

[Intro]
I'm high as fuck right now (Frrt, haha)
I told y'all, "Don't fuck with the six" (Crazy boy, whole city want you dead)
Ayy, fuck the whole city, nigga
I'm smokin' Weezy, Owe, big Greg, all dead-ass niggas

[Verse]
Tell the city puff it up, bitch (On gang), we on Cook Road, come get at us
Yeah, we be hoppin' out them rentals (On six, bitch), droppin' windows, gettin' active
Oh, you wanna be six? Go hop in that car and go put a lil' opp on a stretcher (No cap)
Posted up on defense, know them niggas try to slide on my side and on six, I'ma stretch 'em (Bitch)
[?] be beatin' down that four, but they don't come out the house (Fuck the South)
Fuck North Durham, five hundred and seven hundred, man, them niggas just cappin' for clout (Bitch)
Better ask lil' Boota how that lead feel (Ha, hahaha), heard his fat ass got walked down
Ain't nobody from five hundred never shot shit (No cap), boy, your clown-ass better sit down
Ayy, fuck the four, we ride down Junction every day (Fuck Weezy, bitch)
So many dead opps from y'all side, on Fifty y'all just in the way (No cap)
One got hit up, he spoke on Fifty, huh, know you play you lay (What else? What else?)
My youngins spinnin', they got fifties on the bottom of them Dracs (What else? What else? What else?)
I press that button, ain't no leg shots (Uh-huh, yeah), they aim it for your face (What else?)
Ayy, bitch, no cap, we run the city, they know Boss Bragg' in first place (What else? What else? What else?)
I get bored, call them sixers, go to the bricks and roll up O (No cap)
We three deep ridin' on Horton with them switches (Fuck O), tryna up the score
I walk through Lib, I know they still ain't got no get-back for lil' O (Man, fuck lil' O too, bitch)
Boy, that nap there sittin' in that wheelchair, know he mad he can't fuck no hoes
Fuck the West end, better stay up in y'all lane, don't want no smoke (Six)
We applyin' pressure, you gon' need a inhaler or you'll choke (Six, six, six)
Next EDB nigga I catch, I'ma aim it at his 'fro (No cap)
Just got a drop on this lil' slob from the East, we got your lo' (We got your address)
So the next time that you drop a rake we pop up at your door
And fuck the eight, I'm tryna catch another one, do 'em like Draco (Fuck the Drac' boy)
Know them Fifty boys got the city mad
Know them sixers out they top, quick to get on a nigga ass
Know them sixers out they top, quick to put a nigga in his place (Boom, boom)
And I'm a top opp, so these lil' hoes from the city can't know where I stay (They can't get my lo')
When we pull up, MACs and Dracs
Clap a nigga, patty cake (What else? Grrah, grrah, grrah, bah-bah)
New opp dead, now let’s celebrate (Grrt)

[Outro]
I don't know why y'all got me out my top like this
I don't know why, why, why niggas out there fuckin' with me for
Why y'all speakin' on 2SG? Why y'all speaking on six? Boss Bragg'
Why, why y'all gotta, why y'all gotta say all of that? Get off our dick
Y'all know we, y'all know we terrorizin' the city
And we on whatever, on my momma, on Fifty