[Intro: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
I walk in this bitch, somebody need to die (Somebody need to die)
Split that bitch in half, I'm fuckin' certified
Pablo Escobar you faggots, who gon' testify? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, brought that shit inside (Brought that shit inside)
Please don't fuck my money up, I don't want no prison time (Bap, bap)
I see you talk 'bout runnin' up, well, bitch, I'm right here
And I'm fifteen bottles deep and shit
Said "I can't think for shit", smell like blood and alcohol
Shit, I keep sleepin' in, I love when people die around me
That's 'cause you talk about me
I love money more than you, I need nine-hundred-thousand
Fuck it, triple that, I'm tryna need like twenty-five accountants

[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Got a gun so big, don't gotta aim, four stars, real life, not GTA
I try to slap a n***a every day, slap the shit out a n***a, no explanation
I'll shoot a n***a before I chase him, beat the shit out a n***a like degeneration
Beat the shit out a n***a like Randy Savage, beat the shit out a n***a, gang task force
Beat the shit out a n***a that's not my horse
I only smoke two strains, strong and stronger
Bigger drum, it shoot for longer
I beat the shit outta anything causing problem
I can't go within fifteen feet of the pussy
I can't go within fifteen feet of a kitchen
OG Sherbert, this shit hittin'
Slap a n***a in his face so hard, he shittin'
Slap a n***a so hard, I break his whole jaw
Slap a n***a so hard, he eat out a straw
Slap a n***a so hard, turn to Anderson Silva
Slap a n***a so hard— Rrr
[Refrain: Lil Darkie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut his head off, I wanna cut his head off, I'm gonna
Cut his head off, I'm 'boutta cut his head off

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
I'm 'boutta pull up to yo' (Yeah), I'm 'boutta hit you with that (Yeah)
I'm 'boutta shoot you with this (Yeah), I'm 'boutta split you with that (Yeah)
I'm 'boutta—, you with a—
Yeah, I'm 'boutta kill you with a claymore
When you're dead, you cannot say more
I will shoot you with an AR-15
I will kill a child, he will not become a teen
Brand new GLOCK, with a green beam
I am violent, I'm extremely mean
When I'm outside, I'm seen with lean
Big ass gun, send you to the Sun
Big ass gun, send you to Saturn
I could kill you and it wouldn't matter
Big ass gun, send you to Jupiter
Smokin' strong, now I feel like Lucifer
Smokin' weed, now I feel like Gandhi
I do not fuck with Mahatma Gandhi
I will fuckin' kill Mahatma Gandhi
I got somethin' here for Mahatma Gandhi
Come over here, Mahatma Gandhi
Bam, shot Mahatma Gandhi
Then I piss on Mahatma Gandhi
Then I spit on Mahatma Gandhi
Take a shit on Mahatma Gandhi
[Outro: Christ Dillinger, Lil Darkie, BLCKK]
Bring him back, and kill him again
Bring him back, and kill him again
Bring him back, and kill him again