This is a song about "Finna blow some shit hope the hoe get it"

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

Now get the fuck back hoe

No, just put us on death row

Tryna break my shit? then you fuck around and get billed hoe

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Cause i am the sickest.. so i hope you get it, cause i ain't gon give it

And yall niggas the right flow

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Hope u get your self into some serious fender so you won't

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit