(verse 1: QUES3TEN)
Bitch we got Glocks and k’s
Shooting through your brain
Riding ‘round with kilo
Bitch we finna hit a stain
Someone tell that pedo
That he finna get hanged
These bullets fucking lethal
Bitch you better stay away
Bitch ain’t you a gamer
You don’t want no static bro
If you keep on talking
We finna turn him to a fucking ghost
Burn him like some fucking toast
Just like that one boy
We got big ole straps
Bitch we don’t play with toys
Turning up the city
Bitch we been making noise
Fucking on that biddy
White girl named hanna
And i ain’t talking montana
Unless we talking tony
Moving that white girl
Yeah we making it snowy
Fucking on an opp bitch
Told that bitch blow me
Bitch we got gas
Yeah we never on e
Big ass k finna part the sea
Just like i’m moses
Choppa make him disappear
Hocus pocus
We finna serve him bullets
Just like a hostess
After we done
They gon need a fucking sewing kit
So they can put your ass back together
If it’s cold i can change the weather
Sending shots at everybody floyd mayweather
Talking bout he smoking lizzos
Bitch that blunt look like a pencil
(verse 2: Kiloyugi)
They said i’m gon make it n***a, they been rootin for me
You say i ain’t that n***a, you a fuckin dummy
Why these fuck n***as spreading rumors, they don’t know the summary
Whip that g-lock out that’s DOA now they gon stitch his tummy
Come round wit whoever it’s not safe, knock off his bitch or homie
Burn em down with K’s and Drac’s, we smoke em he a fuckin stogie
Deep up in that water like a laker, let off 8 like kobe
I’m a skinny n***a but at least nobody ever stole me
I ain't purp n***a i ain’t never bitched out
Gang on a n***a ass we gon leave a n***a stressed out
Pull that n***a down to hell now let’s see what he talkin bout
Man fuck what these n***as saying they ain’t what they rap about
Tryna be like me you gon have to go harder
Passed a couple n***as look who the fuck going farther
Ballin hangin on the rim n***a i ain’t vince carter
Saw him out in public in public push his shit back like a fuckin barber
N***a 5’6 gang how the fuck my choppa taller
He ain’t on shit gang brodie ain’t no shot caller
Kilo always been the motherfuckin top shotta
Hangin out the window steady shooting till i hit his māthā
The way this hoe be suckin dick can tell that she ain’t have no papa
You gon have to kill me just to stop me put that on my mama