Solid 16s, Pt. 1

[Verse]
He should've watched his back, hitters creeping on him slowly
Clutching on that forty, circle around and wet him Holy
Enough dead bodies on his block, that's for the brodies
Niggas tweaking on the net 'cause that's the only place they know me
Get the bag and split it up, you know my dawgs is all equal
Purging on his block so much we make it look legal
Bought this jewelry from profit we made from all the segals
Everybody got a body in this motherfucking vehicle
Niggas ain't gon' talk to me they want so better watch your mouth
Niggas talking like they slime the reason why lit the south
We the reason he got nightmares 'cause we know we on the route
When we catch him bullets, hit him down, and leave him on the couch
Skinny bitch ain't got no money, I ain't even tryna diss him
His homies died I know he cried 'cause he fell out position
Should've stuck being religious, fuck pursuing all the gimmicks
Know the L stand for the losses that he took 'cause he ain't winning
I ain't glorifying nothing, I repent 'cause I was sinning
Pray the Lord will give me mercy, only God knows if he give it
Hope a nigga really chosen, ain't no telling who Lord picking
All I know the Holy book say is the Lord is most forgiven
Let me get back to the script
We was lighting up the blick
Taking over niggas traps and we would even take they bitch
Know a lotta rappers hating on the low but that ain't shit
Better keep it in your head 'cause we will spill it out your lip
Turn this money all legit
Keep the grass low or get bit
Who betray me by an inch? I'ma turn it on him quick
Talking all this murder talk like we don't really run this shit
Talking all this murder talk like we don't really run the Finch