(Devereaux)
(It-It-It's Chunk)

[Verse 1: Trizz]
(when do I go in?) I'm official (yeah)
Ride around with a pistol
I got all this money but I will still hit a lick though
Never hesitate to get dough (uh)
Went broke paid the rent though
I'm selling out my shows and shit and I ain't never had a hit though
I'm tryna buy a house and put some (?) on the 6 4
They ain't been past Vegas what the fuck they talking shit for
I be moving slow I'm drinking codeine with my endo
Roll up a window blowing weed with my kinfolk
Family over everything the money and the bitches
I done fucked so many women I'm surprised my dick ain't itching
Touring oversеas I fucked some bitches out in Switzеrland
She came all on my khakis it's some lipstick on my penis tip
I hate my bitch I don't even like her a little bit (uh) she work my last nerve and always trip over little shit
I be on some real shit that fuck how you feel shit, make you wanna kill shit, the one you don't wanna deal with
I'm with the drama we hoppin' out of the Honda (yeah)
Trippin' when we ride up with the homies right behind us (whatup!)
When we protected it's hella weapons beside us
You want it or you don't you better make your fucking mind up, n***a (whoop whoop)

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Out my mitts, you get hit broken nose, busted lip
Take your legs off the hip like a wishbone get ripped (rip)
Arms out the socket you a chicken nugget bitch (bitch)
Watching you convulsing pop loccin' with no limbs (ooh)
I ain't from New York but I just bought a pair of Timbs (huh) just so when I kicc you in the face I cave it in (huh)
Speaking on the Chapter youd've crumbled where we've been (huh)
Keep me out your mouth or something else is going in (huh)
Catch that succa slip pistol grip whip (whip whip) lil' lunatic psycho sickness (been sick)
Been getting fit run that shit it's fitness
Open up your mouth for this dicc, try fitting this
Know the mission is more than cloccin' dividends
Loc for my folks, find your door then we kicc it in
I don't need the money I'm just off my fuccin' medicine (yuh)
Know they want me on that tramadol & ritalin but I'm off it dog so you in this predicament
Find somebody dear to ya, chop 'em up like venison (huh) should've never let the menace in
Leave a bigot rotten in that fit he playing Tennis in