[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
Look, it's the Law of the land, tats on the hand, on that gang shit
Armed with the hand, hand to the K when I bang it
Dangerous, wayment, pop the beam, then I flame shit
And yeah, we do it daily, but n***as don't ever claim shit
I told her just to hold the tip, king too cold with it
It was me, I turned 'em to a post, he tried approaching this
My n***a not with memes, we too emotionless
Tryna eat the Fruits of my labor, then I show 'em where the ocean is

[Verse 2: Ciyo]
I tell a bitch to mask up and get to Robin or get slayed
Nothing else to say when the only option is get paid
Gun big, god hand tote it, I call it lil slugger
Nina by my side in the lab, I call it Lil Tucker
Knew he had a nui complex, we don't see eye to eye
Heaven sent chopper put a crack in phosphophyllite
He ain't acting right, he get lefts, Little Mac shit
Swear he got guts 'till his casca in a casket

[Verse 3: 954mari]
Berserk, we murder masses, sper the Earth in a casket
This Marvin Martian blaster turn a person to ashes
Colossal Titan type, I will burn my burden in passing
You just a small fry, I will turn your turf into hashes
Shigaraki, maybe I'm Mahito, way my hands will move
Hand to hand, I'm Madara, few opps I can hand it too
Underhanded comments get you dropped like a paratroop
Metal pop it empty his noodle, something like can of soup
[Verse 4: Mir Blackwell]
If the Loop is not a fan of you, we pop up like the Phantom Troupe
Rob that n***a blind, we took his Twitter handle, too
Play your cards right or Exodia dismantle
Got my eyes on the gold, tryna show you what these bands'll do
Big boss, drop a whole clan cause I'm pissed off
Switch sauce, your dawg cursing me, knock your pits off
Big talk 'till you see that n***a soul lift off
Chris Paul, pass the round to Ciyo, watch the clip talk

[Verse 5: Ciyo]
On some movie shit, load the clip, then I go bananas
Leave you And a kin Sky-walkin' with them golden hammers
I'm Ganon, the only man among these bitches
Bitch Samus, keep a hand cannon, rollin' through the trenches
I'm Picasso when I draw the weapon
He Da Vinci, withdrawing his last check as I'm pullin' the pen
I feel like I'm Richter, bringin' 'em back just to kill him again
Bullet in his bullet hole's hole like he Philly the Kid, bitch

[Verse 6: 954mari]
Foes only talking for the show like they Gillie Da Kid
Majin Buu, I came to kill again with a villainous grin
Meliodas, demon in the flesh, is he really a kid?
Killing on command with this Wrath, is it really a Sin?
Like Hidan opps doubt and question if he really dead
Pain Path with the blaster strapped like a city fed
Asura, this head cannon different, you ain't drilling lead
Choppa put a cap up on his head like he Philly Bred, talk!