Exposing Me Remix

Ayy, Ewell
 I 'on't want no autotune, fuck all that shit
 Steve Chill on the beat
 Sliz Dreams
 This how they want me to come
 Back the fuck up, ayy, ayy
 That's the way it go
 I'ma hit this cunt, you hit that cut
 Betta know which way to go
 Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know
 Niggas talk that shit but they don't even know who made the O
 Drop a bag on ya head, my shootas get paid to blow
 Fuck around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O
 Let off 23 then 7 more, that's how I come for bro
 T. Roy ain't get shot inside his head but he ain't make it though
 They got so many dead niggas, bitch I don't know who to smoke
 I 'on't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil Boo to go
 I can see him through the smoke
 Ayy, ayy, caught his ass comin' out yo crib, shot him through the door
 Tweakin' off the mids, I think Lil Steve comin' through the floor
 He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status
 He on the internet laughin', cappin', then got caught without it
 Fuck yo homie dead, you heard what I said
 Fuck Sheroid, fuck Odee, fuck D-Thang, and fuck Tire Head
 You niggas hoes to me, you couldn't even get close to me
 I keep my heater, it's right by my side
 So watch how you walk when approachin' me
 Ayy, baldy got smoked by a tree
 Run up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf
 Now they chalkin' up the street
 For walkin' up the street, please stop talkin' up the beef
 J Money got it the worst of me, that's how it's supposed to be
 There's a lot of niggas that I'm not even
 Gon' mention but they where they supposed to be
 Uh, niggas be thinkin' they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me
 Boy I been smokin' your homie, this shit chokin' me
 Mentioning Scrapp ain't gon' get you shit but a brand new grave
 We do it for Scrapp, we done fucked around and made 600 change blocks
 I'm fresh of a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same Glock
 You know what it is, we comin' for more, might shoot up the same block
 These niggas mentionin' Tooka, I'll fuck around, send you to meet him
 I don't got my Glock, when I see an 'opp, on bro I'ma beat 'em
 I'm smokin' Lil Steve can't breath, I'm thinkin' it's over
 I wish I was right there when Lil Boo
 Got slumped, I would've ran his shit over
 (Hold on, hold on, hold on, who is Steve on?)
 Pass him to me, we just add him to the family tree
 Smacked his ass with the back of the heat
 Stello got hit from the back of the seat
 (Damn, the back of the seat?)
 He tried to get up from the back of the seat
 They left his head in the back of the seat
 Murder? Who you murdered?
 Talkin' about you flippin' shit, what? A burger?
 Boy you nervous, you ain't never shot no one in person
 You niggas bitches, where y'all purses?
 Man you niggas went and dyed y'all hair on purpose
 But was it worth it? How that's workin'?
 Man I wouldn't be surprised if they start twerkin'
 Told 'em stay in tune, bitch I'm workin'
 Please don't think shit chicken, this ain't Church, nuh
 Tired of puttin' niggas in these hearses
 I should get a million for these verses
 On foenem grave
 You already know how this shit go
 Got my blick on me, got my stick on me
 Back the fuck up
 All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas
 Memo, stop wearin' that fake ass shit out your daddy van
 Bitch!