REST IN PISS (feat. CJ)

Yeah I ain't fucking with you niggas, y'all act like bitches cause y'all spill the tea Said he get that money from the trap, but he not from the streets Feel like 24, but I'm the best, so call me 23 If you tryna find me, bitch, I'm posted up by HVD Smoke yo dead homie, rest in piss Yeah we gone celebrate it This that everybody pack Yeah, this shit, it got me hella faded Naw this ain't 2K, you might get bussed if yo ass try to play me Turn a couple niggas into dust, they get eliminated F*ck is niggas saying, we come through blasting everybody Smoking on yo hood, this shit done turned into a hobby He thought we was a lick, that shit had turned into a hommie All it take is one call, then my bro done caught a body Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying (Came all through his hood and we ain't see him, nigga where you hiding) (If we miss, we spin and spin again, everybody dying) Bitch, that's you that talking Have you spin like a ceiling fan All my niggas with it We got Glocks and they don't jam Chopper with a kick in the leg and it can stand Shoot out with me and I bet you cannot stand a chance Niggas dissing on the net, but on social want to be my friend You a pussy nigga, you a rat on all your friends Yeah, my niggas solid, we won't fold or we won't bend Got it off the mud, it wasn't for fun, it wasn't pretend Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend (Had to get it on my own, it wasn't no fucking hand) (Got a fucking FN, tote that bitch it's my best friend)