[Intro]
(I put you on just now, bro)
Ayy, real Murda Worth shit, bitch

[Verse]
Top Kid, run shit, put a n***a in the graveyard
ARP got tracers, can't make it far
He in his mama house, I got three cars
They say, "Jace won't shoot shit, he only get off the bars"
We send him up like a star
Bitch, star shooter, I ain't on no bench
Like the Klan, get him lynched
Smoke his mans, fuck his bitch
These n***as actin' white as hell, I'm finna send him to hell
He got three figures, I just wish him well, that boy broke as hell
Dead ass opp, just died, they like, "What's that smell?"
This Wockhardt on me, put him in the air
Shoot him in face, I bet they won't even care

[Outro]
Bitch, ayy
Ayy, shoot him in face, I bet they won't even care
Bitch, ayy
You know, lil' thirty seconds
Fuck this shit, I don't even like the drama
Pussy-ass n***as be doing that
They be folding and shit
You know, fuck the opps, fuck these rappers
I'm the top dog
I got so much money I'll get you knocked off
Move out your mama house
(I swear they just want so much clout off of me, bro)