[Intro: Laykx & Lil Death]
Laykx
Ayo kid, light that shit up!


[Chorus: Lil Kid]
Bitch gon’ shoot it and you know it’s gotta kickback, lack, pack, crack
Ya’ll know I don’t pull back
Fuck, heard you on YouTube that shit was so wack
Pull up the big gat, sound like a stray kat
Just smoked a big fat
No, I won’t be late, I got the V8
I am with KA, no there’s no playday
You call it mayday; I got a melee!


[Chorus: Lil Death]
Whatchu talking ‘bout?
When the gang hop out
Keep that chin tucked, dummy little fuck
We don’t duck your fade
Run up on us, go ahead pull your blade
Imma stick it in your neck
Whatchu expect
We gon leave you in a wreck
Put respect on our name
We ain’t tame, bust you in the brain
Pop a vein, we insane, not no clowns
Finna leave you in the ground, 6 feet down
Lil bitch, we be killers
Iller than the rest, you ain’t wanna put us to test
Pull up with a brand new tec


[Verse 2: Lil Kid]
I make a move and I know ima take out, big shout, fuck clout
Pray up to kid now
Sup in the big town
You will not get found
It’s coming inbound
Reflex, invest, pop out, big chest, it’s a big test, you a big mess, watch your requests
It is progress, y’all can’t stop us
Fuckin pop us
You a novice, you said promise
She a goddess, he a goof
Fucking bust his tooth, better tell the truth


[Verse 3: Lil Death]
No your never found
See you in hell, I am the reaper with my boys
Carrying heaters, you is a bleeder
We ain't no schemers
Pull up in the beamer
Letting them shots off outta the stick
Pulled away, we ain't bout to get caught, nah fuck that shit
We tryna do some cool shit, pull up in a new whip
Let the Glock rip on some fool with a hollow tip
Make his body flip


[Chorus: Lil Kid]
Bitch gon shoot it and you know it’s gotta kickback, lack, pack, crack
Ya’ll know I don’t pull back
Fuck, heard you on youtube that shit was so wack
Pull up the big gat, sound like a stray kat
Just smoked a big fat
No, I won’t be late, I got the V8
I am with KA, no there’s no playday
You call it mayday; I got a melee!



[Chorus: Lil Death]
Whatchu talking bout?
When the gang hop out
Keep that chin tucked, dummy little fuck
We don’t duck your fade
Run up on us, go ahead pull your blade
Imma stick it in your neck
Whatchu expect
We gon leave you in a wreck
Put respect on our name
We ain’t tame, bust you in the brain
Pop a vein, we insane, not no clowns
Finna leave you in the ground, 6 feet down
Lil bitch we be killers
Iller than the rest, you ain’t wanna put us to test
Pull up with a brand new tec


[Verse 4: Lil Kid]
Gang don’t stop, hop out, get chop, mop, flop, gon pop, I told you to stop
Let’s kill, pop pill, fill up your thrill, make a mill
No chill till throw on the grill
6 bands, big fans and you know I’m the manz not big on the xanz
Fly to Japan, make a grand
Can’t stand who I am
With the fam taking a gram
No scam, big bucks
You gon get struck, end up stuck with my truck, suck, no luck
Better hide Inside, you ain’t got no pride, need a ride?
But then fucking lied, hope you’re fucking dead inside!


[Verse 5: Lil Death]
Making them moves, hop out the coupe
Better move, about to shoot, coming for the loot
Comin to take your head off your shoulders, we is some soldiers
Letting them shots off real quick with the AR
No I don’t really care who you think you are
Talking shit you get hit in the lip with the stick off the side of my hip
Sink you like a ship, Doing it all, wearing the drip
It be icy, rhymes be spicy
Ain't no taco, but I'm gonna make ya talk hoe
Out on a walk bro, rob you like sparrow
Tell it to your face, straight as an arrow, vision it narrows
I ain't scared though
No mask, this shit ain’t a task
Imma use some force like it was doing chores
Bad to the core, leave your bitches sore


[Chorus: Lil Kid]
Bitch gon shoot it and you know it’s gotta kickback, lack, pack, crack
Ya’ll know I don’t pull back
Fuck, heard you on youtube that shit was so wack
Pull up the big gat, sound like a stray kat
Just smoked a big fat
No, I won’t be late, I got the V8
I am with KA, no there’s no playday
You call it mayday; I got a melee!


[Chorus: Lil death]
Whatchu talking bout?
When the gang hop out
Keep that chin tucked, dummy little fuck
We don’t duck your fade
Run up on us, go ahead pull your blade
Imma stick it in your neck
Whatchu expect
We gon leave you in a wreck
Put respect on our name
We ain’t tame, bust you in the brain
Pop a vein, we insane, not no clowns
Finna leave you in the ground, 6 feet down
Lil bitch we be killers
Iller than the rest, you ain’t wanna put us to test
Pull up with a brand new tec