[Verse 1 - Stitches]
I pull out my AK and shoot anythin' movin'
If the FEDS come pick me up I tell them f** boys to prove it
Some say I'm out of my mind, some say I'm out of control
This ain't no game, lil' boy: ain't no remote control
I take the flesh off yo face, like I'm Hannibal (I will!)
You got snitch in your blood? I find out now you got a bullet hole
I heard you snitched on your mom, I heard you snitched on yo ho'
I always have a motherf**in' feeling in my stomach not to serve you up
[Hook - Stitches]
You ain't got nothin' (Broke!)
Stop all the frontin' (You broke!)
I'm gon' shoot all of my rounds and I miss nothin'
Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!)
Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!)
And that ain't happen over night I'm just a gangsta (2x)
[Verse 2 - Compton Menace]
Look...
I'm gettin' money and they know that
Got an oldschool with them Cali plates
See I'm on the crime with that pistol on me
Still stuck in my Cali ways
All these n***as talkin', but they frightened on me
I see 'em broke but they hatin' on me
Just hit their a** with that real sh**
Cause I'm a cold n***a and I don't feel sh**
Look, everybody wanna f** with a real n***a
Gotta get it goin' and I'm tryna get it
From the booth to the motherf**in' kitchen
k**in' game on, never leave a witness
Real sh**, n***a, know that I did it
Tell is me, but I'm already fitted
Black Lambo' first one quitted
Make a header when I tell you that it's rented
Got a bad b**h and she don't talk sh**
Just get the car when I spark sh**
We ain't in the club, we won't lost sh**
Just hoppin' out and I don't park sh**
See, my n***a called, I said "pull up"
Gonna make a plan on that hard sh**
Look, these haters say they pullin', I just tell 'em
[Hook - Stitches]
[Verse 3 - Stitches]
I'm a gangsta with a gangsta grill
Start a problem with me? I put the gun to yo grill
I just chugged the fo' all the lean I need a refill
You got fake in yo blood, what's in my blood is real
Every track I jump on I k**
Call me Stitches: or call me track murderer
Make a diss track about me and I'm gon' have to murder ya
If I don't wanna dirty my hands them bands will take care of ya
And my goons? Will finish the job, bruh
Cause if they don't come back with your motherf**in' head Imma be pissed (I swear!)
Hit the goons with my fist
I swear about this
I swear on your hood
I'm Stitches, n***a (You know me)
And I dare somebody that say that I won't pull the trigger
[Hook - Stitches]