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 fuck 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' fuck wit somethin'?
You know what's happenin' wit' me
Fuckin' that bitch up
Pussy ass nigga
I'm tryna fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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