The end Lyrics

You my brother, got your back to the end Don't gotta question my gangsta, hit my line

And I'ma spin These niggas think they're the reaper, I'm

Really grim Eat a nigga low up we gon' beat him down

To the rims My life been damaged from the niggas I lost

Put a price up on your head, you ain't knowin' the cost

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off

Never duckin' from the smoke, you know I'm involved

Real shooter nigga, ain't no for passin' the ball

The client lord, baby, call if the racks ain't involved

Countin' blues, sellin' packs, and I'm shippin' them off

Load up a hundred, hit they block, I'm rippin' them off

Backed over by his homie, got hit with a cross

All this ice around my neck, don't ask what it cost

Step on shit, I did a lot for this Can't fuck with niggas if they hangin' with

The opposite Got a couple poles in this low, I don't ride

Legit, dick diggin', you can fuck with us, you off a line of crisps

Our opps addin' up, hit a nigga with a minus switch

Diggin' with his dick, now he done, we sent the finest bitch

They start high and win that pressure like a plier grip

Burn rubber on his ass, make the tire rip

I'm still talkin' bout murder, you thought the line a switch

You my brother, got your back to the end

Don't gotta question my gains to hit my line, and I'ma spin

These niggas think they're the reaper, I'm really grim

Eat a nigga low, then we gon' beat him down to the rim

My life been damaged from the niggas I lost

Put a price up on your head, you ain't knowin' the cost

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off

All these bands in my pocket, really addin' up

They lost three niggas, I know they feelin' sad as fuck

Playin' in the streets, them niggas had to bag him up

And he folded on his partner when they wrapped him up

Watch me stop a nigga with this Fuli when the traffic come

And you can keep that fake love, cause it ain't purified

And you ain't never heard, don't look into a killer's eye

Goin' against HG, I'ma get you penalized

Give rap a nigga, put him in a suit and tie

Tried to cross his homie, he the one that end up crucified

Dive into this shit, head first until the pool of fire

I'm thuggin', I'm finna make it out

And all them niggas clickin' up, watch how we break the count

Hydraulics hit the switch, I'ma make them bounce

Bitches treat me like I'm God, I'ma make them bow

Niggas runnin' from the beef, I'm tryna cook the cow

You my brother, got your back to the end

Don't gotta question my gains to hit my line, and I'ma spin

These niggas think they're the reaper, I'm really grim

Eat a nigga low, then we gon' beat him down to the rims

My life been damaged from the niggas I lost

Put a price up on your head, you ain't knowin' the cost

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off

I catch that nigga, kill my bro, then I'm fuckin' him off