[Chorus: 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites, Na$ah, ArisuWrites, Na$ah]
Ash my cigarette tip on that lil' n***a's face
Put him inside of the tub but he ain't washing his place
Pouring acid on his body and it's burning through the ground
It's like Breaking Bad, his melted corpse couldn't be found

[Verse 1: 1XFIGHTER; 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites, Na$ah; 1XFIGHTER, Na$ah; 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites]
Selling crystal meth at a store just to get by
Bitch, I'm like a chemist cooking meth, call me Bill Nye
Drink a whole bottle, got me angry like the whole night
If she looking to use again just know she has got a pill eye (Yuh, yuh)
Stupid bitch wanna take pills without me, it's a predicament
But I don't give a fuck, it got a hole, I put my dick in it
Ask her to do anal so she can make the deed worth while
Never tryna rap about shooting when it's the worst style
Check her to make sure she understands she's with the best
These bitches are playing checkers, we over here playing chess
Why you want a feature? You ain't rapping near as good as me
You must be fucking blind, like you think my hoodie looking green
Nah, this shit is red and black
Bass is in yo' head and back
I don't back down, come at you and call that shit a Redd attack
On me, I don't wanna hear your dumbass opinionated facts
I'm white like Sully's candy, I'm underappreciated crack
I ain't new to this shit so, for all my fans, I'm dissin' Dex
Word is spreadin' 'round, the first merch drop gon' be Initial X
He was talkin' shit about 'dem guns, what we had to next?
We had to link up so I ain't alone wit' my cigarettes
[Verse 2: ArisuWrites]
How you gon' slide on slide?
How you my brother but you pickin' sides?
Two twin Glocks and they stay on my side
Two twin Glocks and they stay on my side
How you my brother but you pickin' sides?
Get in that car, you know I'm'ma ride
You know I'm'ma ride
You know I'm'ma ride
That shit stay on my hip
First one move and first one hit
When you get in that car, you takin' that risk
When you get in that car, you takin' that risk
When you takin' that risk, homie?
Better just keep you a stick, homie
Shit, get the blick and then knock off his head tops
Gave him a fade and then knocked off his dreadlocks

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3: 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites, Na$ah]
A/C, AC/DC, bitch this ain't no fuckin' band
This was just hard work and motives, it ain't come from throwing hands
We smokin' on pack that make us fly like Peter Pan
What's the recipe? You textin' me like you a fuckin' fan
A/C, AC/DC, bitch this ain't no fuckin' band
This was just hard work and motives, it ain't come from throwing hands
We smokin' on pack that make us fly like Peter Pan
What's the recipe? You textin' me like you a fuckin' fan
[Chorus: 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites, Na$ah, ArisuWrites, Na$ah]
Ash my cigarette tip on that lil' n***a's face
Put him inside of the tub but he ain't washing his place
Pouring acid on his body and it's burning through the ground
It's like Breaking Bad, his melted corpse couldn't be found

[Verse 4: Na$ah]
Chess up
Chess up (Count it, count it)
Press up
Push up
Pull up
Pull up (Yea)
Pull up
Pull up (Slatt)
Shoot up
Move up
Flank 'em
Move 'em
I'm touchin' the .9 (Hol' up)
I'm rocking with apes (Okay, okay)
I'm feelin real crizzy like I popped me a eight (Slatt)

[Chorus: 1XFIGHTER, ArisuWrites, Na$ah, ArisuWrites, Na$ah]
Ash my cigarette tip on that lil' n***a's face
Put him inside of the tub but he ain't washing his place
Pouring acid on his body and it's burning through the ground
It's like Breaking Bad, his melted corpse couldn't be found
[Outro: Na$ah]
Chess up
Chess up (Count it, count it)
Press up
Push up
Pull up
Pull up (Yea)
Pull up
Pull up (Slatt)
Shoot up
Move up
Flank 'em
Move 'em
Move 'em
Move 'em
Move 'em