[Intro]
Huh?
Ewwww
Huh?

[Verse 1: Specxfic]
I might pull up on that n***a, he can't see (Eww)
Bitch I can't miss, I'm shooting with a beam (Eww)
I was like six years old, sipping...Fuck (Eww)
I was like six years old, sipping lean
Beat a n***a ass then record it, just like "Ring"
When I grow up, bitch, I wanna be like me
Last year I got dubbed, now she talking 'bout it to me

[Verse 2: cheRomani+]
No I am not curry, but I shoot with a 3
Suppressor on my gun, so I dont cause a scene
Yeah, my bitch she bad, and she bald, Mr. Clean
(Yeah, yeah, cause you know Mr. Clean, he got like a shiny ass head, you know)
Put it on screen
I missed his head so I aim for the knee
Glock got a AR like what would it be?
I'm finna make that lil' n***a go sing, glee

[Verse 3: Specxfic]
Glock finna make him stop moving, antique
This finna gеt serious as we speak
Shh, bе quiet
Glock on me, where the fuck is you hiding
My n***as apes in the jungle, like lion
Run up on me and get hit with a-
Me and Che talking we ain't even trying
He tried to run up on us then he dying (He died)
Uh, I'm finna end his life
Walk in with coats like a "Moncler Giant"
I get four turn it into two
He said he shootin', he dont even shoot
I feel like woody, snake is up my boot
Hate math but I turn him to obtuse
I feel like Fort I'ma get the loot
I got a black Moncler Suit
It's not drizzy, I just might go ahead and pull with a drac'
Retail cake, catch me at Loot Lake
Glock make him spring I ain't talking bout-
Glock make him spring I ain't talking bout rake
Pull up at a drive thru-
I'm shooting his face, I'm changing the case
And I'm getting bread like Chase and Chase
[Outro]
Yeah, Yeah, Gang