[Verse 1: Kemo Givenchy]
[?]
[?] started glitchin'
Made a hundred K off 'em sixes
Smokin' Bart like I'm Simpson
.40 cal with extensions
Sippin' lean, not the green
.40 Glock with a beam
[?] on the screen
Don't want no Yerkys, pour codeine
[?]

[Verse 2: Quelly Woo]
I catch a opp, he get–, uh, look
I catch a opp, he get blended
Free all the members that sentenced
I been sinnin', rock Dior for repentance
Pop a Perc', now I'm stranded
Take your bitch, she a part of my collection, huh
G-Lock in my possession
Call up suvy, that's the henchman
The way he shoot, you can never bеnch him
[?]
[?] whole lotta tension
Send shots at your [?]
Wе gon' up it, no pretendin'
Kemo wit' me, know he bendin'
And he shoot like [?]