[Intro]
Crossed 'em out, finessed his man's
Brought more sticks than a marching band
C-crossed 'em out finessed his man's
Brought more sticks than the marching band
You let 'em around he gon' cross again
The fye' grow a titty like estrogen
2 of my shooters, they Mexican
They not BL, I might bless 'em in
(Ayo, DJ GREN8DE, get from around--)

[Verse]
Pirate whip, Lil' GL4, my cup is pyro
Interrogation, y'all n***as was singing, y'all n***as was hitting them high notes
Baby, gotta come to the spot, gotta come to the slaughter, you getting cut like a pine cone
Boy, your ass a bitch, ain' gon' blow that gun, what you got that nine for?
Oh, you did? you shootin' at pedestrians, you shootin' at n***as, you shootin' with your eyes closed
Gotta see it, but this on the 10, you not finna blow it, whoa, pass me that blindfold
Got that hat, know I got that ring, know I'm getting in, we left them behind, though
Y'all know what I mean? What the fuck they did? Demons in my bid, we set them aside, whoa
Crossed 'em out, finessed his man's
Brought more sticks than the marching band
You let 'em around he gon' cross again
The fye' grow a titty like estrogen
2 of my shooters, they Mexican
They not BL, I might bless 'em in
Locked up for a 7, deadly sins
Bullet flyin' by they catch more than the wind
I got that dot, but I sent that to Penn
Man, this ain't yo' fye', this bitch off of Gen
Fuck the police, I don't know about no Benz
V-Lone shirt, then I fucked all her friends
Spoiled that bitch, I put the hoe in some Skims
Walk in that bitch, she look just like Kim, huh (Flrrt)
We can't find yo' sibling, pop his brother
But don't worry about that piss test, I passed that bitch with flyin' colors
Old ass Glock that you got in your hand, I call that bitch Lil' Uncle Ruckus
Letting that money fly, you'd rather just hang with a buster
This between me and him, this on God, I ain't cuffin'
This on God, I ain't bluffin', talm' 'bout beef, we gon' heat that oven
Hit him with these bloody knuckles and he couldn't get back right for nothin' (On God)
Catch him with that fye, he hit the feet, you know I heard him runnin'
Yeah, I got them drugs for all them J's, OD like David Rucker
Okay, I peeped at the plot, there's nothin' in this world I miss more than wock
On God, I won't play with no cops, he talkin' to 12, I pull out the mop
And a n***a gon' play me, try me like I'm soft, I'm breakin' the scale, I done knocked 'em off
Told them keep it on the low, they got the sauce
N***as throwin' fast balls, Red Sox
N***as don't need nothin' from you, why you feel so comfortable?
Man, speak up, can't hear a mumble, bro
Them vampires in that jungle, wood
Westside, I catch them, call my bluff
We know where you at, you ain't layin' on nun'
I'm droppin' racks on 'em, them boys had some fun
I murdered that n***a 2, and not the 1
(I love DJ GREN8DE)
[Outro]
We can't find yo' sibling, pop his brother
But don't worry about that piss test, I passed that bitch with flyin' colors
Old ass Glock that you got in your hand, I call that bitch Lil' Uncle Ruckus
Letting that money fly, you'd rather just hang with a buster
This between me and him, this on God, I ain't cuffin'
This on God, I ain't bluffin', talm' 'bout beef, we gon’ heat that oven
Hit him with these bloody knuckles and he couldn't get back right for nothin' (On God)