[Verse 1: Foe Foe]
This ain't for all ages, you’re a parkin' lot violation
I'm the reason they make 12-gauges
I’m in season, and you're outdated
Most hated at your neighborhood watch meet, and I'm not playin'
I'm sick [with the spittin'?] get ready for the [?] of rhyme sayin'
I'm layin’ ’em down runnin' they pockets [?]
Blazin’ like a four five
Leave ya leakin' like an oil line

[Verse 2: Bullet]
You hear that? My feet is bumpin'
And you sittin' on somethin’, believe it I'm dumpin' (Bless ya)
Get the fuck out so I can jump in
Peel off, you mad, double fist pumpin'
It's Bullet, quick to pull it
Push your whole wig back into a mullet
I car jack, only if you are wack
Mack if you live, don't expect to get your car back

[Verse 3: Sawed Off]
Run into you at a red light, all black hoodie on
Pull the heater from my waist, then I gun ya with no calm (Get out!)
This is a jack move, leave your purse where it's at
Get up out the fuckin' ride, turn around and don't look back
You're just a victim of my everyday routine
The way I make a livin' from the weakness of a human being
Car jack these city streets so I can earn my keep
I do it anyway I can to stay up on my feet
[Verse 4: Full Clip]
There ain't no if's and's or but's about it
If you're sittin' on what I like, you comin' out it
I'm only gonna tell ya once, don't make me shout it
Or you gon' make me blast some wiled out shit
Ain't no nine one one gon' save ya
I'll send ya back to that Man that made ya
You best not get in the way on my payday
Your life or your ride ain't shit to me, hey

[Verse 5: Yung Dirt]
[Killer born?] from the dark, two worlds collide
Put the shawty to the window on the passenger side (Get out the car!)
Best to hop up out the seat because your shit is mine
Now that's what the fuck I call a passionate crime
Because the whip is my passion, at your skully I be blastin'
You with so much ammunition, make your seatbelt unfasten
And I ride off, that's what a Ryda do
Now your only way home is the rubber on your tennis shoes

[Verse 6: Cell Block]
Green turns to yellow, that light turns red
I'm out the back seat with the Mossberg to the head
Don't hit the gas, ain't hearin' what you said (Don't say shit)
Put the shit in park unless you wanna wear the lead
And I don't want your brains all over my interior
Yeah, I said mine, could I be any clearer? (Get out)
Get the fuck out, leave it runnin' with the keys in it
[?] the minute you been car jacked
[Verse 7: Lil' Shank]
Leave the motor runnin', I'm throwin' ya to the asphalt
Shut the fuck up, quiet, stompin' you to the sidewalk
Jump in the driver's seat, gas pedal through the floor
Raw knuckle rage, grip the steerin' wheel, slam the door
Hundred miles an hour as I grip up the street
In a black SUV, car jacked, broken glass in the front seat
No seatbelt, loaded gun in my lap
So I let a few clap at the police in the back, back, back!