[Intro]
I'll blow yo' fuckin' head off

[Chorus]
I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These n***as hard, told 'em get they face hits
He knew we was gon' catch his ass, but this shit not a bass kit
That n***a not no Soldier, we gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, n***a, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, n***a, we gon' steak it
N***as be sweet, n***as frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments, that shit naked
I don't need to wait for the house to be open, I break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching

[Verse]
I boosted a '38 to a Scar
I put a big body in a- What?
I put a lil' n***a in a car
They don't see Aliens on this Audemar
Ayy, shit on the Glock, need some AutoParts
Bitch, I'm drifting off the Mario Karts
N***as got fruit in them like some Pop-Tarts
.762's fucking up yo' autops'
If I'm being frank', that n***a in the Ocean
It's been like since 2016 since these n***as had motion
I'ma let the Glock fight if he ask for a promotion
I'm not like these n***as, I was handpicked, I was chosen
It's not cap, I swear, I-
[Verse 2]
Like a blind n***a, bitch, I got sticks and dogs
Behind the scenes, this shit fucked up, like the Wiz' of Oz
I hand-made this P80, this shit don't got flaws
I like designer, I like drugs, I like money and cars
When shit get tough, n***as turn Lil Nas
I'm 'finna shoot up this bitch just because
I do not see what the bitch at it was
She on my wood and she say I get buzz
Yo' G-19 can't get in the club
I get away cause I had a 'lil glove

[Verse 3]
Ayy, bitch, it's not cap
I been had this flow, it's not bap
Fuck a body bag, we using gift wrap
I put my dick where her lips at
We got Wock, don't ask where the triss at
His Tombstone where we piss at (Nitemare)
I was out in the open, you could've laid, how the fuck you miss that?
I'm on the frontlines, no kizzap
It ain't no problem, if I ain't hizz at
I'm not Duke don't where the rizz at
Who want a Glock, n***a, where the bitch at?
He said he pressed me, where the vids at?
I do not give a fuck, where the kids at?
Fuck it, now, we catching his hat
This choppa lil' Faygo, I'm letting it Blatt!
[Chorus]
I'm 'finna cut the plug like I rage quit
These n***as hard, told 'em get they face hits
He knew we was gon' catch his ass, but this shit not a bass kit
That n***a not no Soldier, we gon' catch him with that Mace kit
We could cook it, we can bake it
OG say, "Life what you make it"
If it's a risk, n***a, I'm gon' take it
You behind the stove, n***a, we gon' steak it
N***as be sweet, n***as frosted flaking
I ask you to hand me that pole, you was shaking
I'm off the RP's, I've awaked
Yo' Glock got no attachments, that shit naked
I don't need to wait for the house to be open, I break in
I pop me a perc cause it help with the aching