[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
N***a mad at me, 'cause his bitch a fan
You ain't never seen a n***a kill a man
They gon' pay the highest for the 80 milligrams
I'm really [?] in Bomptin, I know Hittaman

[Verse 2: Hitta J3]
[?] call me Jigga Man
Really [?] let him send them in
[?] pieces, buy them back, [?] again
I be on the east [?] Skill and them
He don't cook [?]

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
And that's a fact
I can sell birds, n***a, I ain't gotta rap
I'm always in the trentches, 'cause they love me in the trap
All my opps nerds, acting like killers, but it's cap

[Verse 4: Hitta j3]
This ain't Instagram, where I'm from, them triggers double tap
I know bitches that'll let them killеrs get you for a rack
[?] twin, run up, hundred fifty in the rack
Going high speeds, only trackhalks or thе scats

[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]
Slide on him, hit him in the head, send that bill to me
Hit his hand anyway, but bro be tryna kill for free
All my clothes [?] look like I'm from Italy
All my bitches foreign, keep a cold bitch with me
[Verse 6: Hitta j3]
Clear the shooters [?] they be [?] out
It was like Pakistan, bringing choppers out
The bitch want Chanel, let me send the mail
Better yet, she hit the road, no more paper trails

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]
When they die, hope my opps get sent to Hell
400,000 worth in jewelry, know they sick as hell
If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip a bail
I ain't going back broke, because I believed in my scale

[Verse 8: Hitta j3]
This the blueprint, [?] behind the boy
[?] got the pump, [?] for the Roles Royce
But it's a [?], seeing me win, hope they hearts let me rub it in

[Verse 9: Skilla Baby]
All my bitches come bad as hell with no flaws
Gotta keep a [?], 'cause I always run from the laws
Gun tucked in my draws, dick stuffed in her walls
N***as always sneak dissing, get the fuck off my balls

[Verse 10: Hitta j3]
Blick go off, shit get solved
I do it by myself
Most of you n***as need a squad
Guarantee make it in heaven, I'ma send your ass to God
Take the work half off
Get the soft [?]