Transcript (en)

Lil bro get him, yo I'm getting, I get him in He ain't got the heart to hawk him down while I switch a flint Niggas they get killed up on them drills so ain't no bitchin' up And this shit be tatted without a switch, it ain't no switchin' up I ain't got remorse for your dead homie, bet go dig him up He was hawkin' greasy like Tupac so I just hit him up, bet go pick him up Bet go pick him up, bet go pick him up Can't pick him up cause he goin' down Brody got a lot of rounds, they said he got a loud mouth This four-pound got a big kick, he gon' hear a loud sound Like bop bop Four pound got a big kick He gon' hear a loud sound I love that perk high I just be sittin' in the clouds now Smokin' peas out Delaware All the bitches call it child now The plug for me a pack He gon' be waitin' for a while now I got way too used to it So I just kill him with a smile now Niggas talkin' bout that beef In my city just like cow town I been shootin' just a wild child This is a wild child This is a wild child And I been shootin' just a wild child