Unforgivable

[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em)
Turn me up, though, nigga
You gonna feel me, nigga
Niggas gon' respect this shit, though
On 2, on 2-1, nigga
On 2, on 2-1, nigga
Nigga come around me, on 2-1, we got the block hot
You ain't never pop your, pop it, on my mama, you is not God

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
If you 2-1, you better get on the 5
Fuck it and get on the Fly
Ooh-wee, catch fifty shots if they mess with mine
Call it a headshot, but he still alive
Bitch, I ain't got the time
To argue with you 'bout your cousin, ho
Beat that nigga up
I can tell you one thing, lil' mama, I beat that pussy up
Have that pussy loose off these tricks, I wasn't tryna fuck
Run it in, Wisconsin, I know you 'bout your bucks
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I need everything
'Cause my niggas fightin' cases, they ain't said a thing
Either way, you in the box, nigga, ain't nothin' changеd
Lil' nigga, you tryna box, you ain't got a thing?

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be & Drakeo the Ruler]
Shooting guard like I'm Sprewell
Thеse ain't bullets, cuddie, these are K shells
Ayy, ayy, on the block with it, I don't need help
Ooh-wee, bitch, you know I'm to the neck, nigga
We lash niggas, soul-strip him tryna flex, nigga
Man down, last dude was the next nigga (We know the truth)
Ooh-wee, should've wore a helmet, fuck a vest, nigga (Long live Jameon Davis)
Ayy, I'm so Southeast

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Pump-faked him with the K, he thought he had a mouthpiece
Blam blam, man down, some shit I went to trial for
My opps be on Twitter 'cause they scared to come outside
Street sweep, meet meet, this Draco make the crowd run
The outcome, buddy chalk somethin', they need pallbearers
Thirty-four shots, Paul Pierce, pick your jaw up
No trace, Arkansas plates, made his car run
Forty ounce bounce, make it shake like a porno
Bitch, don't ever try to throw the flag when we in war mode
Pizza party, bitch, this ain't delivery, this DiGiorno
Burnt a nigga, all these Ernie niggas, we need Elmo
The candid camera, watch your friends and family, man, who really love you?
Who you really trustin'? Them pills got you buggin'
Head and shoulders, talkin' guns and roses, foreigns with parolees
Tonka trucks and police, you better notice
But long mouths get you elbows
How you knew? Told you (The Ruler)

[Outro]
(Brrt)