Wake yo' punk a** up n***a (punk f*ggot)
Y'all wanted some attention here it come (there it go)
[Hook x2]
These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark
.50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark
p**y n***as playing me close, don't get your son chalked
p**y n***as doing the most, don't get your lung hawked
[Verse 1]
n***as want war, scope on a rifle aimed at your front door
I don't need no safety I got one hell of a front for
Done for, hit 'em and roll up like what you front for
Dump more like I got gift cards to the gun store
p**y n***a tryna lose nine lives for one who*e
Outta ammo, I pistol whip him 'til I break son jaw
Shoulda asked your lil man's 'bout me, they tell you some raw
Made a 100k on the road and ain't been on one tour
Crossfit, f** around get hit with the crossbow
Lost soul, bullets'll hit you, rip up your torso
Sloppy n***a, nerve of these coppers to try and copy n***as
Missed my last show, I got caught up meeting with papi, n***a
Lock a n***a, I'll pop you n***a, your only option n***a
These n***as can't hold me back
Trust me it ain't no stopping, n***a
Pull up waving that chopper, n***a
Turn a phantom to the opera, n***a
Big strap, no kickback, that clip tote as he pop a n***a
Run New York like Sinatra n***a, got a chip on my shoulder
Big as the sun but it ain't as big as my gun
Brought a knife to a fight, I brought a stick with a drum
Black Market, Out The Mud, we built this sh** from the crumbs
Team strong, shoot with precision or get the beam on
Beam Jawn, Tech with the Fanta, I get my bream on
Joe Clark, hollow'll hit him and get his neen on
Say you in the gym but I heard you getting your fiend on
Ease up, when I yell Eastside they throw B's up
Duck him in his mouth then I stomp him until he seize up
Try me n***a, please put your G's up, put your cheese up
I'ma take his head off his shoulders though if he freeze up
No rules, I ain't got no rafe or no j**els
But I got shooters with no heart and no screws
Hoes choose, we ain't choosing 'em, that's that duck sh**
No chill, all my n***as been on that f** sh**
Buckshots, one don't k** him, he on some luck sh**
Ten more, hit him and knock him all out his Trukfit
Past due, I don't make nothing that you could dab too
Gangster sh**, this that music n***as get stabbed too
Ain't wanna rap in months, but f** it n***a I had too
So I could make the sh** that these n***as cook up and bag too
Heavy in the streets, see Hunnit Round ain't no peon
Any block I think I see money I put some D on
Intercept the pack and I bring it back like I'm Deon
Got two birds in that Neon, my blood colder than freon
Think you f**ing with me lil n***a than throw a Ki on
Even if I die they gon' bump my sh** for a eon
All that type-a sh** that you n***as on, know that we on
Take your head off for a trophy, feel like I'm Cleon
Hunnit Round Hef, DB8, you know what we on
Hottest young n***a in rap, n***a the phenom
[Hook x2]
These sounds ain't no warning shots when that gun bark
.50 Cal, lightning and thunder, you hear that gun spark
p**y n***as playing me close, don't get your son chalked
p**y n***as doing the most, don't get your lung hawked