[Verse]
Ayy, i'm with the pack like we the lab rats, you know that i can fact that, they beefin' on the insta chats but how is they in combat?
You know your heart is see through, my hitta' put a hole or two
You got to runnin' when that beam blew, apply pressure like shampoo
You wanted the beef but you duckin' like donald
N***as coming for me but they just wanna holla'
Bitch i'm coming for you and its gon' be colossal
Bust his cranium then bury him like a fossil
Ayy Ayy
Hit you in ya' stomach you feelings
100 bands i ain't doing no stealing
Bitch i'm off my ass why you too busy dealing
N***as ballin' they higher than the fucking ceiling
We dressed in black with drac's and tac's i hit with the 40 thats how i attack
I'ma keep it a rack i do shit with the guns
But a n***a can still find a way to get smacked
And i'm clutching the blicky only for my mama
Bitch i'm going in and n***as want all the drama
Why n***as been a goat and you just a llama
I ain't never been broke all i see is comma's
Bitch i make n***as cry you can call me a onion
Hop on the set i ain't doing no running
N***as talk all that shit but they all way in London
Got these bands in my lap ain't no need to be thugging
I'm cold with this shit like my first name was ice
Bitch i don't take long but i do it precise
And i do it alone i don't need no advise
Now we search through ya' house just like we some mice
He said he the hardest but turned to a gummy
They call him real i call him a flunky
I'm here for the love they here for the money
If my shooters don't kill him then he getting lucky
Ayy who want the smoke cause you know i'm selling it
If you asking for beef i'ma come where you dwelling at
Hoe watch ya' tone who the fuck is you yelling at
Don't come round with guns n***a we repelling that
We hold up sisters and brothers don't give a fuck bout' the others
My n***as really some hunters don't hide cause we put you under
And bitch i'm hotter than thunder n***as call me a conductor
Shorty you really a runner n***as throw him in the gutter (Yeah Yeah)
He think he gon' run i don't think so, i'm big homie bitch i'm head huncho
Back to the basic's quando rondo
One phone call my n***as on go
(Ayy Ayy)
Shots rain on the opp's house like a spillage
Pussy n***a playing tryna' fuck up my image
Hole in his head like its motherfuckin' drillage
We tote drac's why you n***as tote vintage
N***as turned fake so my window's tinted
Get a n***a lost now his T-Shirt printed
Aimbot n***a they call me gifted
Two shots in his heart now his bitch ass winded
Got paid some cash you know i spent it, i'm leaving n***as winded
This shit i'm finna' end it no wonder why i'm winning