gnx (feat. Hitta J3, YoungThreat & Peysoh)

Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ay, who showed you how to run a blitz?

Tell 'em Kendrick did it, who put the West back in front of—?

Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it

Tell 'em Kendrick did it, like, wha

Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?

Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?

On the dead guys, —I ain't goin'—

Ayy, on the dead ones

We'll treat an enem- like some bread crumbs

All of my killers on go, like, who said somethin'?

Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come

Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go

Let 'em claim it, we the ones who really pop, bro

Don't televise it, we the ones who lettin' chops blow

Opps know, let 'em piss him off and it's a flop show

Murder man, singin' murder music off a murder van

Beat the—up like I been celibate and I murder sound

Who is him? One and only shotta, known as murder man

Catch you doin' dirty, it's no other way but the murder plans

I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it

Don't wanna speak if you ain't talkin' 'bout no ticket

I'm bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it

Hit that block with diamonds on me, you could tell 'em Peysoh did it

Tell 'em Peysoh did it, ay, who showed you how to run a blitz?

Tell 'em Peysoh did it, who put the West back in front of—?

Tell 'em Peysoh did it, ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it

Tell 'em Peysoh did it, like, wha

Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?

Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?

On the dead guys, —I ain't goin'

How 'bout suicide doors, it's the Hitta, man

You don't wanna see them doors slidin' on the Caravan

I know killers who was catchin' bodies and not one fade

I was 13 up at Avalon, poppin' chains

14, ridin' minibikes with some dead friends

21 flag on my head like a Taliban

25, feelin' like the box, it was full of sand

At the cemetery, —up that's where I could've been

142nd, I'm connected like I'm Rosecrans

Kinda—I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan'

Uppin' scores, doin' files, sacrifices like a boxing ring

Can't throw in the towel, pistol-packin' since a child

Ayy, like it's Iraq, shooter name Hussein

Ridin' with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame

She said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?

True to my religion, Cuban links, more than two chains

Tell 'em Hitta did it, ay, who showed you how to run a blitz?

Tell 'em Hitta did it, who put the West back in front of—?

Tell 'em Hitta did it, ayy I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it

It's gettin' down to the wire

Get on my Bob the Builder—, get down with the pliers

Been comin' back-to-back hits, how this—ain't tired?

I'm with some rockstar—, they want Lizzie McGuire

I'm switchin' gears, I pop the clutch, I'll send a—

A risk-taker, I'll call you—bluff

If they hangin' out for real, we come deduct

Tuckin' tails, they out of luck

When it's wartime, they hidin' in the cut

Y'all had y'all chance, y'all couldn't do it

I swear I'm comin' worse than y'all baby moms

I'm puttin'—through it

They hate to see me doin' it

Meal ticket, I'm pursuin' it

I'm in the field for real, UCLA Bruins

They askin' how I do it, how a young—so fluent

I kept my mouth closed and I ain't never leave no witness

D.O.A. up on the scene, tell 'em YoungThreat did it, —