[Intro]
Everything dead, n***a, grrah-grrah (D-D-D-D-D-Dvtchie)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Let 'em think that we fightin', the bullets connectin', we punchin' the lung
I was never the Joker type, bitch, at eleven I had my first gun (Grrt, baow-baow)
Why these n***as actors?
They know that I'm down for the action
See 'em, I spot 'em, I get 'em, I clap 'em

[Verse 2: Mhady2Hottie]
You can't walk in my shoes, you don't know what it takes
Only time that I duck when I’m dodging the jakes
If I catch me a hit, then I’m skippin' them states
'Cause they talkin' on bro, we gon' spin every day
I don't care where I’m at, do whatever it takes
Too much beef in this town, I can't lack for a day
And I’m smokin' on Lotti, this shit got me laced
N***a died in a cab, he got boomed in his face
Got a beam on the shh, let 'em pick up the pace
When I shoot out the truck, better get out the way
Got a baddie, she with me, she feenin' to taste
Big mice in your body, n***a, a disgrace
N***a keep dissin' till we at his place
N***a keep dissin' till we at his... Look
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
Let 'em think that we fightin', the bullets connectin', we punchin' the lung
I was never the Joker type, bitch, at eleven I had my first gun (Grrt, baow-baow)
Let 'em think that we fightin', the bullets connectin', we punchin' the lung
I was never the Joker type, bitch, at eleven I had my first gun (dont run, dont run)