His neck hang from my blade don't twitch
Blood leak, red rain, don't slip
I got blood stains they on my bib
I got ak's tied down to my hip
Swear to god I can't be messed with
Smith and Wesson
Imma get to popping hit him if he got a head glitch
My ex she get to calling imma tell her leave a message
These hollows get to popping imma make him spill like Nesquik
Hoes are asking "what a follow cost?"
My gang dropped more bodies then the N*zi's in the h***caust
Yeah fill his house up with molotovs
Try acting tough but we all finna knock him off
I wanna see you up in flames
And now I'm upping up my gun like wе in a shooting range
Yeah now I'm blowing out his brains
Imma bury him in ashes yеah that is his grave

Yeah and I just crashed my other Benz
It doesn't matter got my other one I'm switching in the twins
Yeah and they know that I'm legit
Can't waste money on you hoes yeah I'm tryna get rich
Throw my molotov up x4