[Chorus 1]
You got a blick, I got a blick
It ain't the same 'cause my shit hit
My shit rip, my shit be spinnin'
Yo' shit be jammin', yo' shit be glitchin'
Who you gon' hand it to? My finger itchin'
This n***a twitch, if he don't got a grip, he be slippin'
He ain't come prepared for the shit he was bitchin'
But now I see why n***as scared of his sins
I ain't repent if n***as pretendin', so if you resist, you get blicked in a minute
I'm puttin' that bitch to your neck

[Verse 1]
If you fall, I treat you like a step
Run the pockets and get to the check
No calm, I'm hittin' collect
Took all his shit and just left

[Chorus 1]
You got a blick, I got a blick
It ain't the same 'cause my shit hit
My shit rip, my shit be spinnin'
Yo' shit be jammin', yo' shit be glitchin'
Who you gon' hand it to? My finger itchin'
This n***a twitch, if he don't got a grip, he be slippin'
He ain't come prepared for the shit he was bitchin'
But now I see why n***as scared of his sins
I ain't repent if n***as pretendin', so if you resist, you get blicked in a minute (Pussy)
I'm puttin' that bitch to your neck
[Bridge]
Animal
Cannibal characteristics, bitch you get the antidote
On criminal action, assassin shit get flammable
Paintin' yo' shit wit' a stick, I'm Michaelangelo
Hang a n***a like an amulet, neck and it though
I'm like "Bitch, who you standin' with?"
Ho yo' man can go
Got my glick, by my fucking hip, so my pants is low
It's 30 in that bitch, so if you trippin', we might slam yo' ass
Whips'll get to flippin' shit, get kicked and Rob Van Dam yo' ass
On that chainsaw shit
I got this rap shit on lock, I'm on that chain ball shit
I might get this shit on film, act like I ain't saw shit
This lil' n***a hardheaded, but it came off quick

[Verse 2]
Burner plates all dust and ash
.38, fuck tuckin' that
Murder case, I fuckin' laugh
Baby K, I'll bust yo' ass
Body parts get stuck and stashed
Vertebrae's get cut in half
Heard yo' name, and I must've laughed
Heard yo' dame got fucked and smashed
[Chorus 2]
You got a bitch, and I got a bitch
It ain't the same, my bitch lit
Yo' bitch sick, my bitch be grinning
Yo' bitch is sick of you, she ain' even listen
Told her get rid of you, "He's a broke n***a"
I'm blowin' the blicky
Unload on that n***a
I put like 2, 3 or 4 on that n***a

[Chorus 1]
You got a blick, I got a blick
It ain't the same 'cause my shit hit
My shit rip, my shit be spinnin'
Yo' shit be jammin', yo' shit be glitchin'
Who you gon' hand it to? My finger itchin'
This n***a twitch, if he don't got a grip, he be slippin'
He ain't come prepared for the shit he was bitchin'
But now I see why n***as scared of his sins