Hood poet ft. Dn Keem

I told my brother, hold the wheel, I'm finna up and blow it

I ain't seen you shoot, but you the first nigga that try to show it

I'm droppin' niggas off, we ready to fill up the morgue

These niggas put up they behind like they in the storage

In the storage, brand new box of Honda Accord

This bitch here ain't got no tags, you run up all is yours

Hot shit comin' out that can, boy, you don't want no more

If you play with gang, we tryna slide, we tryna be the worst

How you claim to be my brother, but you never show no love

Caught that boy lackin, he was muggin' in a fuckin' club