[Chorus: OTM Luke]
Serial killers waiting for you in the alleyway (Yeah)
Serial killers waiting for you so they can spray (Yeah)
Serial killer, yeah, you know me, my lil' dude
Yeah, hit you up, no bruise
Yeah, leave you on the ground, glued
Hole in his face, he was missing, that's a cold case (Boom, boom)
Help pulled up with no sirens on, bitch, that's no case (Wee, woo, wee, woo)
Leave his mom disgraced, yeah
Son got killed in broad day
Serial killers got no morals, and they waited all day (Damn)
Yeah, they hopped out, they let it blow (Boom)
Left that lil' boy on the floor (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Down one, more to go
All the killers left unknown

[Verse: OTM Luke]
They just wanna up the score
Lil' bro was just on his phone
He ain't even know, damn
He ain't even know, damn (Damn, Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
He ain't even know that his life would be ended (Damn, would be ended)
Now his ass got spended
His homies left him for dead
His homies left him for dead
Merch shit on him, they get bread
So the bitches give them head (Ho)
No one cares that he's dead (Damn)
Dead on arrival (Dead)
That's just so evil (Wee, woo, wee, woo)
How could you be so fucking cold? (So cold)
Oh lord, oh lord
He died in the worst fucking way like, "God, why?" (Damn, damn)
[Verse: 289shawty]
Don't call the feds, homie
Don't call the feds, homie, yeah
We dropped that boy dead, homie (Yeah, yeah)
Shot that boy dead, homie (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, he fell on his ass, homie (Yeah)
Now that boy rockin' toe tag, homie (Yeah)
This bitch was shaking her ass on me (Lil' bitch)
She said she got a mans, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Got the cash on the cash, bitch, I ran it up
That n***a music ass, turn that lil' n***a off
You don't support OTM, lil' n***a, not my dawg (Ho)
Hit that bitch raw, now I'm in her jaw (Ho)
You a lil' hatin' n***a, go get a job (Go get one bitch)
You such a wack n***a, never get on my song
Bitch got me mad, why she wearing a thong?
Lil' ass n***a wan' smoke, gettin' done wrong
Got a bad ho in the back of the Audi
Lil' ho said I'm her dad, she said I'm her God
N***a want smoke, we gon' get yo' ass dropped like a mixtape
You is irrelevant, you fell off like you was Kid Ink (Yeah, yeah)
I got them bands on me, never was kidding
N***a want smoke, now yo' lil' ass finished (Yeah)
BBB n***as, they gettin' too talkative
I'ma find them and beat they ass when I'm just vloggin' it
Bitch, I got them bands, I'm flexing and flaunting them
289, OTM, go up on top of them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 289, OTM, go up on top of them (Woah, woah, yeah)
Bitch ass n***a, lil' 289, OTM go up on top of them (Yeah)
[Bridge: OTM Luke]
(Top of them)
Yeah, goin' on top of them
Goin' on top of them

[Chorus: OTM Luke]
Serial killers waiting for you in the alleyway (Yeah)
Serial killers waiting for you so they can spray (Yeah)
Serial killer, yeah, you know me, my lil' dude
Yeah, hit you up, no bruise
Yeah, leave you on the ground, glued
Hole in his face, he was missing, that's a cold case (Boom, boom)
Help pulled up with no sirens on, bitch, that's no case (Wee, woo, wee, woo)
Leave his mom disgraced, yeah
Son got killed in broad day
Serial killers got no morals, and they waited all day (Damn)
Yeah, they hopped out, they let it blow (Boom)
Left that lil' boy on the floor (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Down one, more to go
All the killers left unknown