[Intro: Karm The Tool]
(If I was a gun)
Chopper hit you in the chest, four tearing through your flesh (Bitch)
Two hit you in the neck, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh
I don’t care if he was dead, had to see if he was next (Flesh)
Lord forgive me for the next dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

[Verse 1: Ezekiel]
Bitch I’m bouta’ reload, I can't fall down
So make it unfold, but, fuck it, I'm damned
We came for your throat, we're aiming for your legs
We're aiming with the rest, we're friends of [?]
How you like me now? You thought that I was dead
Your graves had overseers, but baby I might defend them tight
Fuck you talking 'bout? You got fear with the dead
Straight to the head, then maybe should've said

[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]
I just wanna party your rise paradise
I really hit the line and you ask what I'm taking
If you're scared to drown in the deep then you're not scared of going too deep in
Love, sex, drugs, paradise is the dead kind of life that you picked up on the weekend
I don't mean to sound like I’m wild
I'm so excited, I hear your heart beating

[Verse 3: Karm The Tool & Ezekiel]
I think they're up to something
I feel the pressure coming
I think the answers up and go, go, go, go
I think I’m dead or something
I feel my head a-rushing
I can’t get up but we just go, go, go, go
Pow-pow-pow, go, go, go
You're the shit, I'm a [?]
Tie that [?] hands up
[?] the floor
[?]
[?] ammo
We get— We get masked up
We get masked up
[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
I can’t let go of some better things
I can just go, also I can bang
I'm in my throne hating everything
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)

[Post Chorus: Yung Skayda & Karm The Tool]
[?]
Trust me, I can feel my axe
Sweeter than honey, so nice
[?]
Bigger than a [?]
Fuck you, [?] not the same
Trust me, I can feel my axe
I'm a [?] to handle this (Ah)
[?] that I can feel the same
Sorry you cannot [?]
Okay, [?]
We can [?] while they can [?]
[?]
[Verse 4: Karm The Tool]
(Twenty-three hit you in the face) Black leather, that’s spray paint, I’m shy but that K ain’t
Stay strapped when them friends talk and them feds come kicking in the door
I could lose all my conscious
Hate myself, I’m too toxic
Suck my dick and just taste bit of what turns you n***as into whores

[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
I can’t let go of some better things
I can just go, also I can bang
I'm in my throne hating everything
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)

[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies (Ah)
Chopper go blow, it can sing melodies