[Verse 1: 7XVN]
Okay civilian
You got a knife
And I got a million
Bullets bang
In yo' direction
Open you up
Like a C-Section
If I was you
I would count up all my blessings
’Cause I'm pulling up with the Smith & Wesson
Graaa graaa
That boy was talking
Graaa taaa
Now he ain't walking
Riddle me this
Why do these kids think they it, we stand up and they sit
I might just hit a lick
Whip out his pockets and on him I spit
I ain’t got time to be wasting
Pull out the Glock and GTA wasted
Your whole squad so basic
Keep on hiding in grandma's basement

[Verse 2: 83HADES]
Sit back and wait 'til they think it's over
[?]
Whiskey be shit but we dining in October
[?] and I pass her right over
Gucci bag on me over my shoulder
Just to show I don't know her
Pistol on my waist though, I don't need no holster
I'm out on Mars in this motherfuckin' rover
No-No I can’t fuck with the government
Act in my cup, I’ma guzzle it
Catch me a rat, I'ma smother it
I think [?]
[?] and I go under it
Put the [?] in the coke bitch I’m cuttin' it
[?]
Resurrect him, kill him again for the fun of it
[?] Republican
Bang all up on me, you bet that I'm uppin' it
83