[Intro]
É um pe essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa mina é um pe essa mi— (He-he-he-he-he-he-he)
Essa—essa mi—essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—

[Chorus]
Two twin Glocks and a blade on my muthafuckin' waist
If you really wanna attack, I could set you on the way
If you run up on me lonely, I swear to God, you won't stick to fate
You are a stupid muthafucka, I'll remember your face (Wait)
I had him, to meet the fucking metal, ask the bitch how it tastes
And if a bullеt hit a muthafucka, blow him away (Wait)
I'll get a weapon and a stick, watch how it just sit on my waist
Don't bother mе, muthafucka, you'll die, kid

[Verse]
If you close your eyes, I put a blade through your eyelids
Got a round on my sets, to this muthafuckin' violence
I see your spot, muthafucka, you could try it
Break for clout, for when I see you fuckin' dyin'
Beggin' for your life, you don't really wanna die yet
Don't take back, I ain't even getting high yet
Shorty wanna aim, we gon' kick it, like I'm by here—
Shut the fuck up, with your talkin' to me, walkin' to me, muthafuckin' spray
For you can think you can get to keep a muthafucka? Stay as far as from me
And I got your shorty at the edge, I snatch your soul away
Every single move I fuckin' make, they always followin' me
[Bridge]
Two twin Glocks and a blade on my muthafuckin' waist
If you really wanna attack, I could set you on the way
If you run up on me lonely, I swear to God, you won't stick to fate
You are a stupid muthafucka, I'll rem—

[Interlude]
Essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—
Essa mi—essa mi—essa—

[Outro]
Two twin Glocks and a blade on my muthafuckin' waist
If you really wanna attack, I could set you on the way
If you run up on me lonely, I swear to God, you won't stick to fate
You are a stupid muthafucka, I'll remember your face (Wait)
I had him, to meet the fucking metal, ask the bitch how it tastes
And if a bullet hit a muthafucka, blow him away (Wait)
I'll get a weapon and a stick, watch how it just sit on my waist
Don't bother me, muthafucka, you'll die, kid
If you close your eyes, I put a blade through your eyelids
Got a round on my sets, to this muthafuckin' violence
I see your spot, muthaf—