Verse 1 (Sonya):
Don't step on my toes honey
I've got a lot of friends that can be your foes honey
I spit s*** like I'm sick as fifth floors honey
I talk slick, I don't slip, lip or soles honey
I'm so money
You're a penny pincher
Pinch hitter
My flow's quicker
Game kicker
Skin color of malt liqour
Slim figure
Heavy hitter
Never flincher
Hip switcher
Shoulder's back
I walk chin up, what?
I mind my business, that's my peace of mind
Read between the lines and the fine print
Trust no words and most vibes kid, I'm violent
Disrespect me, I'll smack a b**** in both eyelids
Black bison
Trapped inside a young siren
That means I'm beauty & the beast at the same time (whooo)
I shut it down, I make it pop right? (whoooo)
I come around them n***** flock right? (whooo)
I f*** around and make it hot like, drop like
Slow whips with no headlights
(It's the same fingers pulling triggers throwing roses at your feet, so I load it, never tote it, quick to draw, and slow to speech cause)
Hook:
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down
Verse 2 (Alpha):
It's young Alpha
A.k.a the young Malcolm
A.k.a I'm still wildin'
A.k spray your whole outfit
A.k.a a bad outcome
A k-i-double L-e-r
Roses for the dead
Pull a trigger, k** a n****, ain't no better PR
I'm aiming for your head
The jig is up, we see y'all
The truth can get you k**ed, but I still preach dog
I'm in the trenches trying to reach God
Buckin' with the right, in the left a rosary
I'll make the devil say nobody's cold as me
It's time to go to war
f** diplomacy
Strap, check
Bullets, check
Past gone, future dead
Eyes black, roses red
Family blown, the homies wept
Strap, check
Bullets, check
Past gone, future dead
Eyes black, roses red (2x)
Hook:
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down
They will shoot you down