[Intro]
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy, Smooth wadup, Giallo wadup, [?] wadup
Yeah, Listen 1-2, Yeah, Look

[Vinnie Paz]
I put in work with the 50 call
M4 combined with the Picatinny rail
I run with a bunch of Ricans and they really wow
Rob a blind man, really guinea ginny foul
It’s baby food dudes all over the city now
Punch ‘em in the eye, make it puff like he Biggy pow
The capital x costs a buck 50 now
I feel like everything you drop sounds shitty now
I know that y’all hoping I stop
Praying for my downfall, hoping I’ll flop
This is heavenly rap. I know they goin’ cop
The fans stay loyal. So I know they gonna rock
I ain't a regular motherfucker I'm a boss
Anybody disagreeing me you’ll get tossed
Bullets flying everywhere that'll be thе cost
Latin lahat and the law God loss

[SmooVth]
I put in work on the block though
Both shipments truck blows likе costco
Avoid potholes, I got the pit with locked [?]
The pop off, I put them in the pond box
Close to set the rol of dutch
My roller deck is full and take a bet to the neck, it’s no stress
I hold a Mexican hat with gas
Without the armstrap, reality rap and cash
Drums hitting in the dash
Bubbles in the bath
Shorty thick from the lips to the thighs and her ass
Irrational, bodies over the avenue
Pistol pack and backpacks. Bullets all over the napsack
Mules with rubbish and they ass crack
Pentagrams in a vagina, the shit is minor
Without a major signing, I'm still a diamond Ramen
You see the shit steadily climbing
Yeah