[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE & 3Kizzy]
Did that shit to yourself
Know you wit' the gang
(You're gonna need some water for this one)
Rrrr, Rrrr
Double M, Double M
Fever!
Look, look

[Chorus: 3Kizzy]
New Hellcat, I push the motor
Lil' baddie told me control her
And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo
It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma
Talk on the gang, n***a, we expose you
They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over"
These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em
And me, I been runnin' the businеss and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainеr
He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes
[?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?]

[Verse 1: 3Kizzy]
Score from deep like I play for the Lakers
Free Ralo, free Young 30
Real risk takers, Ralo is flippin' the pages
N***as soften up, I ain't race all the hatin'
Oh, they run down, think it's sweet? New—(click) came wit' the laser
N***as think they gon' get me? Shot through the wall like shit is the Matrix
Don't talk on gang, 5.7 through his brain, look like spaghetti lo mein
N***as just do this for fame, I do this for Benji's and blues in the face
When you talk on the five, you know that we tact'
N***as be talkin', we know that they rat
Call up Locane, we blitz through the back
Pistol, FN, he get [?] in the trap
N***as know 3Kizzy, man on a mission
Any situation, I'm uppin' and clickin'
Roll through the hood, totin' on a Smith'n
N***as know the gang, n***as know the business
Mama told me, "Stay safe," boy, you know a n***a not trippin' 'cause she know I'm dangerous
Rollin' down our one way, let a gun play, know my shooter killers outrageous

[Chorus: 3Kizzy]
New Hellcat, I push the motor
Lil' baddie told me control her
And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo
It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma
Talk on the gang, n***a, we expose you
They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over"
These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em
And me, I been runnin' the business and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainer
He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes
[?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?]

[Verse 2: DUSTY LOCANE]
I can't jack these n***as, they be fake
All up in a n***a face
Tryna take food off my plate
I was walkin' this race, had to pick up the pace
If they put a bag on my head, you will never get paid
I got killers that's juggin' and robbin'
Outside, late night, they some goblins
We gon' spin if we got the lo'
.40 hit him, he strikin' a pole
Pocket rocket, I'm gettin' up close
Was frontin' on gang, now he gettin' exposed
Nine millimeter, Kel-Tec
That boy been in the dirt, where you been at?
If we miss on a drill, then we spin back
Extortin' the opps, had to milk that
Glocc-coma, reach for the chain, lil' n***a, it's over
Bad bitch, yeah, she mocha, bust down Cuban, put it in a choker
Poker, poker, face while we on the stage
He wanna play, send him to his grave, .40-cal took that boy away
[Chorus: 3Kizzy]
New Hellcat, I push the motor
Lil' baddie told me control her
And I'm still uppin' the flame, and tuckin' that thing, we throw the hands, Geronimo
It's over, it's over, .40-cal Glocc-coma
Talk on the gang, n***a, we expose you
They like, "3Kizzy, yeah, run 'em over"
These bitches be runnin', and trippin', and talkin', and slippin', but I ain't never gon' chase 'em
And me, I been runnin' the business and talkin' in digits like I ain't never need a trainer
He a troll, he a fake, fuck the pigs and the Jakes
[?] sum'n like the Grim Reaper, then we cut the lights [?]