[Verse 1: Minus]

[Verse 2: Z of firing squad]
Tell me when its time and I can drum and get em
I could drug a motherfucker body on the floor
Lie upon dickies check my history he block busy
Drummed and again who the fuck tryna diss me
Thanks
Piranha in the face
You can sign up with your friends put a camera on the breaks
Brain
Who the fuck wanna bang we don’t do it for the fame
Homie do it for the fan
Call me Mr please wanna spit with me like just a simple cypher
It’s like sip of weed
I tell em slow down hit the magazine
And when they talk the side show wolverine
I bully rings and pick up and beats until they pulverise
Like the pussy beat
That’s my bitch I beef
I soak the sheets and let her triple flipper and fuck her weak
Now let me walk in to the studio talking MMA with a pistol pool
Burnt face it’s off with this shit his ruling
Still not sure if my mental cool
But fuck it I’m on juggernaut I hit my plug a lot cause my product moving
See me in the street I’m probably oven hot
Tryna bubble cop pull up and who was who
I have four 4 5’s and they over saw
One 12 and a 5 fuck a super ?shrewd?
Live my life like fuck the rules I’ll put a thousand whole mines in this badass swoop
It’s no lie here but that show live and I’m headlining this shit is lit
It’s time to move this product baby
Got a backpack full of party shit
[Verse 3: Minus]