[Verse 1:]

M-Make am all run yeah this choppa’ on cardio’s
Barrel of the gun, you see me saying adios
We turn his white shirt red like a cardinal
All of these clowns they want places in carnivals
Thinking shit comical? Imma run down and put two or three shots it’s abdominal
Bitches be talking, they snitching, they federal
I’m out in Cali I like to smoke medical
This choppa’ bust and it got him some testicles

Hmm yeah

I was just testing ‘em
Xans goin outta control when I’m pressin’ ‘em
Pull up with two thotties I got me the best of ‘em
Pull up to the party I kill me the rest of ‘em
I’m on my slaughter kill shit, I might flip the kill switch
I sneak on that bitch I come in from behind
They can’t see the money these rappers be blind
I will never change I’m addicted to crime
Pulled up with 3 racks and you left with like zero
Get shot in his head, wanna act like a hero
Scarface shit I feel like Al Pacino
Don’t even trip bitch I tote something lethal
Watch when I’m calling I’m [?] said she wanna sip
Big 45. I got it on my hip
I cannot love but I’ll fuck it and dip
I put my dick inbetween her lips
I put a pack in the fuckin 5th
Shawty gothic got her wrist slit
I-I-I’m in the trap I’m with a big stick
Who is next up on the hitlist?
I got aim I do not miss shit
I make plays while you tweet shit
I tote the fire I heat shit (heater)

[Verse 2:]

Eighty-Three

Bad Foreign hoe, y’all are fucking trash bitches
I built a name up for myself cause I thrash bitches
You can’t hit this [?] it got gas and racks in it
Pullin out the choppa I think that it’s gonna past tense him
B-b-bullet through his mental, trace him like a stencil
Imma fill him up with lead and I ain’t talkin pencil
Gettin loose when [?] yeah I’m off a benzo

All these thoughts up in my head I’m feelin like a schizo
We sneaking in and taking shit so we gotta tiptoe
Heavy locks up on the door so we smash the window

I been selling great, I been moving weight
P-promise imma get you if you hesitate
Even god would [?] you if I sent you up to Heaven’s gate
Let him rot in hell I’ll be down there that was his mistake
Do him like he’s Jesus you can call me Pontius Pilate
I am the original you a remake
P-pullin out the heat like I’m gonna get him cremate
Driving to the addy, and we bootin up his remakes

[Verse 3:]

How am I around with two guns bitch I’m twin glocking
Better listen up little boy you got two options
Give me all yo shit or try to fight which one is you jockin?
Why it look like mine’ll eat it more we got different pockets
Spray the fully auto he gon try to up the pocket rocket
This is real life I ain’t into none that rapper talkin
Tryna put my dick in her ass but it didn’t fit in
Know your bitch is sluttin down I play with her kitten
Fuckin with a real thug you know how I get it in
We ain’t hit him the first time, have to spin his block again
I done it too many times now I’m tryna fuck her friend
I been getting mac, every day you cannot get one in
That’s the bitch you love? Yeah I’m in her fucking stomach bitch
And I got the smoke for whoever fuckin wanted it
Blue hunnids bitch, I don’t really jock with counterfeits
So I call this hoe ‘cause I got her spinnin on my dick
Pussy scared I’ll let it rip
And I’m all up in the trap we got really real glicks
And if you actin fruity we might have to peel him
[?] I hope they appeal him
I’m stack it on the roof yuh, past the ceilin’
[?] on the Glock, Trap house got tons of mother fuckin glizzys
Think that boy was spottin on me ‘cause he started actin iffy
Thought that he was reachin for his waist so i grabbed the semi
I moved to the [?] too fucking fast you can’t keep up with me