[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, this off the dome?
Straight off the head
Hol' up (Thanks Zuko)
Aye, yeah, yeah (Yo Eli, what the fuck?)

[Verse 1]
He want smoke 'till we see him in traffic
All my shooters they name is redacted
Run up on me we gonna have to up at your brodie, your sho-, yeah
Run up on me we up at your brodie, your shorty, we shoot at your whole fuckin' family
You wan' talk 'bout me? We pull up with them choppas and choppas and-, yeah
Choppas and choppas, tote choppas and blicks
All my n***as roll into the trap movin'-
Rollin' right into the trap know they movin' the competition, know they movin' the- hol' up
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm finna set a pace
Know my bars comin' out my tongue, comin' fast like the fuckin' race
Wanna talk about me? I ain't listen to that fuckin' mixtape
Know that shit a disgrace
Run up on me we put .445's in your motherfuckin', in your motherfuckin' face
Up in your temple, give a lil' boy like-, hol' up, yeah
Hit that lil' boy in the temple, they thought I was-, yeah, hol' up
Hit a lil' boy in the temple, that's a lil' problem, we solvin' it simple, hey
Pop a lil' boy like a pimple
You run up on me hit that boy in his dentals, hey, ou, hey, ou
Yeah, hit that boy up in his dentals
Hey, we in his mouth like a dentist
Run up on me put that boy in a motherfuckin'-, haha