[Chorus]
Bitch I’m clutch, fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch, cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn, twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot, ain’t no stopping you outta luck

[Verse]
Hop out let that ruger spit
Me and foe nem got them sticks
Pop out wit’ them liners like we barbers watch me
Line they shit
Slide for them, brothers neva fold but not no havik shit
Me and savage guns go like boom watch how we splatter shit
Brains onna fucking seat watch me and my shooters spark
You can bring that vеst but these bullets split yo mind apart
Hе ain’t ran fast enough bullseye like I threw a dark
I’m from Chicago where yo life onna line better play it smart
Long live havik don’t add a k or you gon’ get erase
He was talking shit now he missing that n***a got replaced
Fn gon thump like it got bass, put that nine right to yo face
Y’all n***as bitches I can’t relate, now it’s time to open up the Heaven gates
See I’m from the block where you can’t get help and them guns strike like thunder
Ran through them rainy days granny passed away now the block is hot every summer
Yo n***a got knelt put em on a shelf now u rather die off of hunger
Choppa rearrange yo organs I never knew what death was when I was younger
Tryna stay outta trouble be in one bubble inna field wit’ some monsters
Life was hard inna raq they’ll stab yo back we had to sleep inna bunker
Now put em onna stretcher body changer like the weather now u laying 6 feet under
Lit his block up shot his legs up sike he thought he was a runner
He thought he was tough till he got rearranged
Imma thug but I got so much pain
Take whts mine and yo block gon change put one to the head it fucked up his brain
Life is like hell when you hit a stain
From the dirtiest block that’s what you claim
Run if you want bitch you know I got aim
Shooting like reel goats wit the gang
[Chorus]
Bitch I’m clutch, fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch, cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn, twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot, ain’t no stopping you outta luck