[Intro](Skeeo, you crazy)4KTreyWe put guns to the faceAin't nobody safe, who gon' die today?It's a murder businessFour, fourUh, uh, four, huh, four, four, uh, uh, fourFuck it up, fuck it up, fourUh, uh, fuck it up, fuck it up, it's Top, nigga[Pre-Chorus]Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on meWe got sticks inside this fuckin' truck, you play, they whack your ass for freeBro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugsDog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love[Chorus]From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hotIt get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the potGangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder whySurveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops[Verse]I'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch, I got gravеdiggersRun with me, I'll bust you, you bitchFuck the campus, I'm at school with that stickYou gon' gеt bluesed, you get hitBreak all the rules, get 'em fixedCutthroat, ain't complyin' with shitMama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin, now, you know I gottaI'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problemI'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks, they all be goblinsI be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got oneHad to tell lil' mama, "Bag it up," come here, drop that ass on meStacks inside my pants, I got 'em neat, I come up from the streetsHold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em up, shoot first, now come run up on meI leave out red, I bang that green, don't diss out peace, best keep your heat[Chorus]From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hotIt get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the potGangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder whySurveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops[Verse 2]Get the drop, we pop an oppLoad up, send my brothers outWe kept plenty sticks at papa houseBefore you know, they roll me outThey posted up, we spun aroundLil' bro, let my window downThis K come out, we spray aroundFall, can't shoot back, we leave you foundTop ain't known to fuck around, 4Tre 38 made meOn lock up, guards gon' slam me down, these bitches ain't gon' slave meOn phones, watch what you say to me, come face to me, they might raid meCan't leave trace when we sling heat, still probably at the crib with a .223[Outro]Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin, now, you know I gottaI'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problemI'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks, they all be goblinsI be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got oneHad to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on meWe got sticks inside this fuckin' truck, you play, they whack your ass for freeBro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugsDog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love(Skeeo, you crazy)
