Lyrics
Why you be talking like that you was born in Quebec man you know that
you ain't from Toronto,
and if it is problems I'm making a call to S K and you know that he
get to it pronto, sippin on vodka and there ain't no need for a cup
cause you know that I take from the bottle,
opp try to run up I'm making em waddle,
dont try to one up get left feeling sorrow,
I take an L I'm gon be back tomorrow,
aint posting no pics but yo bitch yeah she follow.
All that I'm seeing is talk...
walk.
Bitch.
Can't hit em i know that'll talk...
known.
Snitch.
If it's problems he go to the cops...
Hoe.
Shit.
Disrespect us and shit gon get medal and that mean his body get
dropped, I got a demon inside of me,
he was my family and I'm still gon watch em get popped,
hold up we spinning his block,
we come back again it's a cycle we cleanin the block,
rotate to the scene on the block,
we hop out the whip and then we can't believe he got shot,
lil k he gon heat up his top,
nosey lil weasel but that ain't the reason he's dropped,
I spaz on the beat for the wop,
aint neva had shit so I hopped on the beat for the gwaup,
and if it is problems I bop to the beat with the chop,
lil bitch bad and she begging and pleading don't stop.
drill then I drill shit again,
I cannot talk to a bitch if we fuckin and ain't bring her friend,
drill then I drill shit again,
that shit that you talking is cold so I Heat up yo head,
drill and I drill shit again, 10 in the clip like it's Ben,
hop out the whip if I spot em im robbin and leavin em dead,
no longer see you as kin,
snitched on your brother for that you gon get hit again,
drill then I drill shit again,
Chateauguay born if it's problems you know where the fuck that I live,
drop me the addy I promise no gronkin it's smoke where he is that
pussy boy is a fif, the high of his life is the fact that he seen me
exist, can't ever claim I'm a snitch,
ride for my brothers but your ass ain't neva did shit,
drill then I drill shit again,
spot em I dawg em I promise I put that on kin,
drill then I drill shit again,
he chattin up children and that shit just ain't really fin,
drill then I drill shit again,
American eagle but that shit just ain't really his,
drill then I drill shit again,
called up the shooters they make em do twirls he gon spin,
look at the sitch that you're in,
no talking just walking you told me to pull up I blessed you,
now I'm gon leave it a mess dude,
all of that shit you was talking is foul lil homie so imma just see
what this tec do, he steady talkin and watchin he scared and he
nervous, he tryna find out bout my next move,
Asking em questions like who gonna be there,
you was all about smoke till we face to face,
and when shit done got real you started to talk,
cause yo ass was to pussy to face the case,
then you lied to our face for a year straight,
then wolf saw your name on a statement,
the way that you talked was creative,
snitched on your homie for underage
pussy the way that you livin creative