Kid Soulja - DrownMili, ZillaKami, BURNKAS

Bitch, Aye aye aye aye

Bitch, Aye aye

Bitch, bitch (Aye)

Bitch bitch bitch

Bitch (Ayeee, Who?)

Yea!

(Aye aye aye aye)

How you gon' beef with a soldier?

How you gon' beef with a cobra?

How you gon' look when we roll up?

Slide up, watch a bitch fold up

Down with a .45

Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives

My Jamaicans still got shottas

Your homie look dead who shot ya?

Me nigga

How you gon' beef with a soldier?

How you gon' beef with a cobra?

How you gon' look when we roll up?

Slide up, watch a bitch fold up

Down with a .45

Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives

My Jamaicans still got shottas

Your homie looked dead who shot ya?

Me nigga

Wake up

Why don’t you put a little makeup

Nigga, don’t call them jakes up

Choppa gonna shoot that snake up, wake up

Glock on my side when I wake up

100 shot right where you lay up

Wake up and go get my cake up

Crash in that that whip i’m a racer

It’s triple nine

I’m divine

Keep a .9

Hit his head and his spine

You target practice, you is lackin', never packin'

So I’m gonna take his jacket

I’d rather pack it, now I gas it

Crack his noggin

Then I’m gonna crack his casket

I spun the block round, ran around it

NIggas gonna run

When I clap it

I run the block like a Olympics

Track and field nigga we’re gon run a rally

Please don’t call the cops the cops will not save shit

I leave you wet R.I.P to the pavement

My little Glock little .30 gives facelifts

Cop me a whip like a m’fucking racist

Stacking up dead shit I get it and cake it up

Smoking on boof by the acre, yuh

How you gon' beef with a soldier?

How you gon' beef with a cobra?

How you gon' look when we roll up?

Slide up, watch a bitch fold up

Damned with a .45

Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives

My Jamaicans still got shottas

Your homie looked dead who shot ya?

Me nigga

How you gon' beef with a soldier?

How you gon' beef with a cobra?

How you gon' look when we roll up?

Slide up, watch a bitch fold up

Damned with a .45

Bitch it’s City Morgue we take lives

My Jamaicans still got shottas

Your homie looked dead who shot ya?

Me nigga

Hopped out that coupe with that drop make it zoom

.45 my Glock make that man meet his doom

Free the demons, desert eagle

Recoil, let the demons reach the evil

Never bother, shoot the father

Pop one, shot one

Beanie Sigel

Can’t fuck with me, I

Stay 'way from the fake

Fuckin' with love left

My heart filled with rage

Shotgun pop in your back

Then we take off the masks

Duck when you hear the blast

Cause we will send you back

Yeah!