Lyrics:

They hate all my niggaz, they hate that I'm breathing
Shout out to my squad, you feel me? OTF Gang

Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof?
I'm just tryin to do what I spit in the booth
Free Dada & Bodo, shooters on the loose
On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops
Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do
Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot
Ops route for a diss I just give them shots
I got to chill cause the police posted on the block
These things say we hot but it's easy to flop
I call Rod cause he easy with mop
Niggas hating, just give my prop
Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thot
Boy I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches
Im so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto
I'mma put grass in these Swishers
And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my prime
Bitches, they killin' my vibe
IG full of money but they askin' for rides
Not me, ask one of my guys
I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive
Remember them days I was starvin'
Empty stomach, no car, no money
These niggaz be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy
Let's get it

You want bomb clad war?
You wanna ramp with me?
Come on me say!
Me shot 61 people for fun!
Who want test me?
Come on, come on!
Do you know who you bomb clad ramp with?
You dont know me, Im the original Jamaican dandatta!
You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy!

Got Broski on point like Kyrie
Dont fear no man that can die like me
I done dodged doin' hits
I dodged my momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep
I can't mob, cause Im in too deep
Its to the point where my nigga only came to me
Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony
Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh
Lost J-Money and she havin' our hater
No Drake, but nigga we made it
Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians
I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti
Got shooters on shooters who shoot to kill shooters, aint talkin' no navy
Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin'
Pillow talkin' to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic
I ain't hearin' 'bout niggaz, and I ain't worried about niggas
Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care about a nigga, lets get it