Really on smoke I ain't gotta lie, man's ruthless, them man there still losin' Same day broski would've been a bootin' I got 'round there with two sticks One wap, I'll juice him, leave him loosin' Please don't war like Turan Between me and my nigga GG, we gotta up three, that's proven When I stabbed his chest, that's minimum GBH with intent I don't settle for less Remember when they try do shootin' in ends So I got 'round there and shot one of them I would've done it again and again and again How many times we've left man? No verbal, no verbal when there weren't no verbal When we caught one of them That weren't—, ayy Ayy