[Verse 1: Yung Death]
So you could say you're a g
You ain't never did shit 'cept make tracks that nobody see
[?] position
You tryna get features and come up on me
Young killa creep mane got the steel
If you squeal, take your bitch ass out to the sea
Puttin' on for the scene, break a motherfucking [?]
Motherfuckers gon' sleep, don't breathe, don't dream
OG with the Sweets, Sour D [?] smokin' trees
Creep up and a motherfucker really gon' see
Creep up and a motherfucker really gon' flee
If you was a [?] you wouldn't be [?] tryna talk to me
All my motherfuckers go hard for me
All 'em motherfuckers gon' bother me

[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like this)
Aw yeah, now I'm zoned
Yung Death with the chrome
Put that shit up to your dome, wanna bring yo' choppa home
Think you bad to the bone, I'ma show you that's wrong
See, my n***as [?] and your life won't last long
When I grab a microphone, beat up on 'em like a xylophone
Sayin' that's the king, bitch, [?] on my throne
Find a lil bitch, take her back to my honeycomb
Hit her in the [?] then the face with my chromosome
Bullshit, I can't [?] silicone
[?] gettin' stoned
Never, ever been a cold young killa with a flow
Pussy n***as gettin' on everything I bring home
Stick it to the g, [?]
Haters talkin' real bold but they gettin' exposed
Any n***a opposed get they body enclosed in a pine box
Up the river where they n***as go