[Verse 1: KayEss]
I put the fire out, hi haters
This is k**a and you know I do it major
I see you little dudes on Instagram bangin'
But it's crazy 'cause you can't go where you claimin'
That's on Westside muthaf**in' Neighbors
We don't need no muthaf**in' favors
Always been on the trail like a blazer
So raise up, that ain't how ya momma raised ya
EML be the team we 'bout to takeoff
And I don't see you f** n***as like Ray Charles
My team ball like the playoffs
And a n***a do tricks like a skateboard
Yea, so what's the deal, keep it real, huh
A n***a just tryna go for a million
n***a been in the game for a minute
Go ahead and give thanks like a pilgrim
[Chorus: KayEss]
So you don't wanna do it
b**h, shooting threes, I'm a sharp shooter (pop, pop, pop)
That's the sound of the ruger
When them hollow tips is comin' straight to ya
n***a you ain't with the sh**
Why you on Instagram flexin'
Can't handle real street pressure
n***a you ain't with the sh**
Got all your friends thinking that you do
But really you can't come to the hood
n***a you ain't with the sh**
b**h n***a stop tryna prove a point
'Cause the real n***as know you in the joint
n***a you ain't with the sh**
n***a you ain't with the sh**
n***a you ain't with the sh**
n***a you ain't with the sh**
n***a you ain't with the
[Verse 2: Runner]
n***a you ain't with the business
Catch a case and get ta snitchin'
Bet ya girl call ya b**hes
And we know b**hes know they n***as
We keep pistols, we keep rentals just in case we gotta pull up onna beef
Show a n***a teeth, turn around and down him on the street
And his boy know we did it, we know where them n***as be
So if n***as want beef, then that's what it's gon be
Gotta broad down the street, keep K's in the jeep
In the backyard, I'll shoot them but I'll slap y'all
Act hard, n***as know ya n***as a** soft
Tag y'all like I Instagram'ed y'all
Blow a n***as a** off
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: TwinnFlii]
That's on the land of the Clover, I see they tryna hate
That's why I keep that 38 up on my waist
Now all I see is body bags, and yellow tape
EML the sh** inna major way
I keep my foot up in they a** like Major Payne
n***as can't compare to me I'm in a different lane
Knock these n***as off the wall like a picture frame
With a long gun, with a laser mane
I keep 17 inna clip, call me Rick Fox
n***a aim stay on point like a red dot
Now watch the body buckle, soon as the head drop
'Cause two shots to the face will make ya neck pop, Huh!
[Chorus]