I Go

Rollin' up, rollin' up My mind so fucked up I been really on some evil shit Soon as you catch that nigga make sure- I guess they want me like that dead guy there Lay that nigga body out Make sure that you kill 'em Make sure that you split 'em Make sure that you- Yeah Baow, yeah, boom, baow I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no Tweetin', they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say f*ck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his mama wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper I'm like, yeah yeah I'ma catch 'em split that lil' bitch brain Bitch, my heart been full of pain Catch 'em in that pack, that's a fo'sho' stain When you catch that bitch he gon' lose his rank I was fifteen runnin' from the laws wit' my gang That stupid lil' boy died for that fame Groupie lil' bitch, she just want a name Pull up wit' them hittas, send that lil' bitch to the reaper They know I like blood, so when I see it, bitch, I'm turnin' evil Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner, he got hit wit' that needle Ain't no helicopters, bitch, just choppas flyin' through your people Haha, bitch you gon' f*ck wit somethin'? You know what's happenin' wit' me Fuckin' that bitch up Pussy ass nigga I'm tryna f*ck wit' somethin' Yeah, yeah (your bitch-ass pussy broke nigga) I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no Tweetin', they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say f*ck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his mama wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper I, said f*ck the other side, he hung wit' 'em and he died Caught 'em slippin', bust two up, but all them bitches shoulda died Murder business, stand on everything I said, I ain't gon' lie I hit Geronimo wit' Junior , he out that window slangin' fire Nigga shot me, since I shook back all I know is murder now For some reason I want all them niggas dead, I don't know why Ten and Ques up in the stolo, all they wanna do is slide They tryna see who get the most bodies before they go inside Who ain't ridin'? You a lie, that's my youngin', yeah, PY Play wit' that and it's black ties, and we gon' make some mama's cry I'm tryna see who next to buy, while I sit back and I get high Haha, dig 'em up I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die Zip that pussy lil' bitch up and send that nigga hidin' We got bodies, you gon' die if you try to take mine I told that pussy close his mouth, he had to pay that fine Don't do no Tweetin', they walk down and they step wit' them heaters Dropped out of school and I got rich and I say f*ck my teachers Make sure you catch that other boy for speakin' on my people Leave his mama wit' a t-shirt, I'm the devil not the reaper Pull up wit' them hittas, send that lil' bitch to the reaper They know I like blood, so when I see it, bitch, I'm turnin' evil Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner, he got hit wit' that needle Ain't no helicopters, bitch, just choppas flyin' through your people