[Intro]
(grah, grah)
(grah, grah, boom)
(like)
(Sauer, you shelled this man)
(like)
(like)

[Chorus]
Why these n***as chatting like they caught a hit. Was around and y'all wasn't on shit. I catch me a... make 'em do a flip. Headshot, then we got a dip (like). Gun around my hip. Smoking dead n***as out the zip. I ain't dying so young I empty out the clip and go bend on the opps, leave 'em on the strip (like). Yes, I fuck with the s. Bullets hitting ripping through his chest. Say you smoke a who. N***a, go get left. Talking on the bro, gonna meet your death (like). And I know I put on for my block. I'm so hot throw a city on lock. Don't you stop running when I up this chop, Murda B ring a bell don't think I'll ever stop

[Verse]
I don't say the same shit every song. But these n***as, they never put on. If I catch me a opp then I'm getting it on. Sayo was on me, he sending like 4. And that bitch wanna match. Sense some dissing, let's talk on the facts. That bitch steady talking got hit with the smack. All blessed skid up, I've been moving tact (like). And you know it, I'ma blow it. And I'm made for this shit, I'ma show. If I catch me a opp, and you know I'ma throw. Top 2, not 2 and you already know it. Fuck the night, I'ma say it like that. Run up on me and you know you get clapped. Put me on a verse and you know I'ma snap (like). I'm the trump but I stay with a mac (like)

[Chorus]
Yes, I fuck with the s. Bullets hitting ripping through his chest. Say you smoke a who. N***a, go get left. Talking on the bro, gonna meet your death (like). And I know I put on for my block. I'm so hot throw a city on lock. Don't you stop running when I up this chop, Murda B ring a bell don't think I'll ever stop. (like grah, grah)

[Outro]
(like, every opp shot)
(grah)
(baow, baow, baow, like)
(everything dead)