[Intro]
I'ma let my .40 hit, get poppin' at your skull
He get hung just like an ornament, a rope around his jaw
And I give that hoe some swollen ribs, I put it in her raw
And that obese kid can try and diss but his numbers will flop
Takizava spilled your blood

[Chorus]
I'ma let my .40 hit, get poppin' at your skull
He get hung just like an ornament, a rope around his jaw
And I give that hoe some swollen ribs, I put it in her raw
And that obese kid can try and diss but his numbers will flop
We ain't forget how you racist kid, we still locate your doxx
I need guns and drugs around me when I'm rolling down your block
And when I'm down in Pittsburgh, won't get pizzas when I knock

[Verse]
I thought you was gon' lose weight
How you diss my name, ain't pull one K, it's been like two days
And lil bro swear he hard, he built like Master Oogway
The healthiest he get is when he scarfing down some fruit cake
Shoutout Xaxan, he walk into the function
What's up with that fourteen year old girl you got caught touching?
Put your phone into a microwave again, it will malfunction
Hurry up and overdose, mix pills with robitussin
How your best friend gonna rely on my preset?
How your best friends gonna ask teens for e-sex?
You said you'd kill yourself, bro I need to see that
Take another walk cause you built like a bean bag
[Outro]
I'ma let my .40 hit, get poppin' at your skull
He get hung just like an ornament, a rope around his jaw
And I give that hoe some swollen ribs, I put it in her raw
And that obese kid can try and diss but his numbers will flop
I need guns and drugs around me when I'm rolling down your block