PRODUCT

[Verse]
W-w-we gon' run into his house—
We gon' run into his house—
We gon' run into his house, we gon' kill him in the kitchen
Why that nigga cryin'? Why that nigga bitchin'?
No, you not gang 'cause I know your ass is snitchin'
Run into my opp, I'm gon' cut him like a ribbon
Nigga-nigga telling jokes but my face ain't move a smidgen
Brodie lost the product so that nigga dealing whippets
Say you ride or die but I know that nigga isn't
Stop all that tough talk, nigga, you not crippin'
If that nigga talkin', I'ma pay his ass a visit
Haters get me so mad, a nigga start trippin'