I got an army of 730 nikkas, dirty nikkas
That come through and worry nikkas
30 nikkas that like to bury nikkas and scary nikkas get it all the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shyt until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fukk witchu
And if you with my man, then he getting stuck witchu
And gave it the money, 'cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine
Boss of crime, black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shottie
bytch-ass nikkas who act snotty
Get it