**Verse 1:**
Psst, I see dead n***as in the cut, movin' quiet,
Mustard on the beat, n***a, ain't no denyin'.
Deebo on these rap n***as, knockin’ out they teeth though,
Man down, ambulance screamin’, “Yo, breathe, bro!”
Nail a n***a to the cross like I'm God’s disciple,
Talk slick, get clapped, ain't no survival.
F*** ‘em all, they can hate me, tell ‘em f*** they mama,
N***a actin' tough but he ain’t ready for the drama.
How many opps I gotta drop for you to see, bro?
Passin’ bodies off like Stockton with the free throw.
**Hook:**
N***a, what's the deal? Why you frontin' like you real?
I'ma beat your ass, leave the Bible closed, see how God feel.
Certified boogeyman, I up the score on ‘em,
Talkin' loud but I see the lil’ hoe in ‘em.
Nothin' but a pole on him, bully mode,
Death Row n***a, they can't stop me when I’m cold.
**Chorus:**
Wop, wop, wop, n***a, f*** ‘em up!
Wop, wop, wop, n***a, I'ma do my stuff!
You ain't hard, why you actin' like a thug?
F*** around and get stomped out in the mud.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
**Verse 2:**
Ayy, Drake, I heard you like 'em young, real funny,
Better hope you never hit that cell block, dummy.
Talkin’ 'bout love but you hidin’ in the shadows,
Better hide your sister, n***a, you a known battle.
Chubbs get the hand-me-downs, PARTY on the blow now,
Baka got a case, why the f*** is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Nah, Certified Pedophile,
Sick lil’ n***a, man, I been knew that style.
**Hook:**
Wop, wop, wop, I’m stompin’ on his pride,
Wop, wop, wop, n***a, better run and hide.
You trollin’ like a b****, n***a, I’m in beast mode,
Come to Compton and I’ll send your ass home cold.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
**Chorus:**
Wop, wop, wop, n***a, f*** ‘em up!
Wop, wop, wop, n***a, I'ma do my stuff!
You ain't hard, why you actin' like a thug?
F*** around and get stomped out in the mud.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
They not like us, nah, they not like us.
**Bridge:**
N***a, you run to Atlanta when you need checks,
Leechin’ off the real ones, better show respect.
Future, 21, they the reason you flex,
Colonizin' the culture, puttin’ up fake sets.
Ain’t no love in the streets when you movin’ like a rat,
Talkin' slick, best believe you gon' get clapped back.
We see you, n***a, we know the truth,
You ain't built for this life, stay up in that booth.
**Outro:**
Freaky-ass n***a, you a 69 God,
Ayy, ayy, ayy, run for your life, God.
Freaky-ass n***a, you a 69 God,
Ayy, ayy, ayy, run for your life, God.
Say, “OV-hoe!” (OV-hoe)
Yeah, say, “OV-hoe!” (OV-hoe)
Step this way, step that way,
Run for your life, n***a, or get laid in the grave.
