[Intro] Wrist (Yeah), hurt (Yeah) fu*k with me, get cursed Play with me, that llama It gon' get the burst Spittin' hollow tips (Bit) It can get you burnt ('Kay) b*tch, I feel like Rick (Ayy, ayy) How I shoot you out this Earth (Tactical nuke incoming) ($upreme, you're a b*tch) Burn, burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn, burn I'm Grunk Ayy [Verse 1: LEX PAIN] Shoot that boy up in the head and he crossed eyed He had no vision, but now he see both sides Servin' the block with a suit and a bow tie Built for this sh*t, b*tch, I don't need a co-sign Ride in the whip with a blick If he talkin' that sh*t then he gone, he missin' with no sign Blood in my cup and its filled to the brim with the AK I line 'em up shoutin' out showtime (Yeah, yeah) Ate mе a devil fruit, I feel like Luffy (Yeah, yеah) Stretchin' my money, she throw me that pussy (Yeah, yeah) Don't fu*k with no snakes but I copped me some Gucci (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) Related to savages like Young Nudy Got like three b*tches, can't fit in a two seat Got me a Glock and I'm doin' the toosie slide (Huh, huh, pussy) b*tch, this the clique I like all my wrists slit I like all my b*tches thick (Yeah) I hit they walk with a limp (Yeah, goddamn) Okay, tellin' he poppin' but know his CD be floppin' I know his shawty be slobbin' on my dick, mhm (Yeah) He thought that we're gonna one-on-one, I'm pullin' up with the stick, huh [Verse 2: Packgod] Super smash, I'm fast, I'm feelin' it Adrenaline, red, my head, I'm killin' this Side beams, eye beams, red beams, night screams b*tch, you gonna feel my fu*kin' wrath if you smite me Like woah, I think that I might just lose control Yeah, drank some kerosene, I might explode Twenty-five shooters in the fold, twenty-five shooters in the fold [Verse 3: Leg] He thought that my choppa was gay how it came out the closet And I ain't tryna talk to a pussy ni**a if it ain't 'bout that money and profit I just slide down the block with a stick on my side with my ni**as to make a deposit All my ni**as be with it, we don't do the talkin' and sure as hell don't do the gossip (Yeah) Pussy boy runnin' like Tay K (Yeah) Up the Glock, make him do the Nae Nae (Yeah) How you talkin' that sh*t when you got a pistol, my ni**a, and I got a AK? (Yeah) Run up on me, you dyin' in broad day Bring your homies, they dyin' the same way And I'm airin' the block with a AR-15, got the whole set screamin' Mayday [Verse 4: BabySantana] He don't want the smoke, we gon' run in your house The chop on my hip, put the blick in his mouth I catch you in public, I'm clickin', I'm clickin', I'm clickin', until I give that boy some clout Choppa make him sad, make that lil' boy pout And I got some shooters, came up from the south Once you get three strikes then your out I know what you rap, you ain't 'bout it She want me 'cause I'm clouted Choppa on me got 'em poutin' Beatin' 'em up, baby, Chris Brown Kick him out the crib and then I say bye-bye He watchin' my moves just like it was sci-fi We smokin' his pack shout out to Lil'— Glocky on me, yeah it sound like (Ba, ba) She finna eat me like some— [Verse 5: Sadfriendd] Wait, I'm burnin' up like a heater in December Boy wanna talk but that boy will get dismembered Pull up on him and I shoot where he remember Walk in this b*tch and I pull up with my members Walk in this b*tch with a blade, he gettin' severed Empty the clip, I'm in love with squeezin' levers I can't love a b*tch 'cause I know she think she clever Full metal jacket, it's rainin', check the weather It's a warning, grab my Glock If you walk in this b*tch then you finna get shot I got a b*tch at the crib and she givin' me top And the pussy so wet, it get hit with a mop I cut up the beat like a fu*kin vasectomy I got a b*tch in the crib and she testin' me If she doin' her job 'cause the b*tch keep on neckin' me I came in this b*tch with the light but no destiny [Verse 6: XANAKIN SKYWOK] All my ni**as with it, yo girl give me lip, she fitted Her dome on my dick and like a fitted hat, don't quit it (What?) She gon' su*k and kiss it, VSS like pussy drippin' Dominican misses, with the choppa, leave you missin' Better keep me up because I'm goin' fast and now slow I'm a ba*tard, you a hoe, come unfasten on my bone I don't wanna spend my pennies on Henny, but I be drinkin' plenty Twenty times I fu*ked a b*tch, usin' the same lines when I'm drunk