[Chorus]
It's fifty rounds in this drum mag, damn, I'on wanna crash
Damn, I'on want that, dead, oh, I want that back
In my backpack
Think—think I went too far, lemme backtrack
I just got some more blood on these Track 2s, blast right past you
Blood in the hallway, dead like the last two, damn
I'on—I'on think I ever asked you, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'on think I ever asked about shit, ho
Yeah, it's all good, lemme check you off my list, ho
FN, HK, .556, I got blicks, ho
Oh no, no, I can't miss, ho
No, I cannot listen to no motherfuckin' trick ho
Oh, this gas got me paranoid, yeah, this Citgo
Yeah, I hate the way you fucking act, yeah, I'm sick, ho, yeah
Ho, I'm sick as fuck, see that Escalade up at yo' crib, you better fucking duck
I'on feel real like half the time, oh, this shit fucking suck
I'on feel real, so, fuck it, I'ma just do what I want

[Chorus]
It's fifty rounds in this drum mag, damn, I'on wanna crash
Damn, I'on want that, dead, oh, I want that back
In my backpack
Think—think I went too far, lеmme backtrack
I just got some more blood on thеse Track 2s, blast right past you
Blood in the hallway, dead like the last two, damn
I'on—I'on think I ever asked you, yeah
[Verse 2]
I feel like shit every night to the morning
I got this Glock in my hand, don't ignore me
I got this knife to my neck, don't ignore me
I can't control what comes next, I'm so sorry

[Chorus]
It's fifty rounds in this drum mag, damn, I'on wanna crash
Damn, I'on want that, dead, oh, I want that back
In my backpack
Think—think I went too far, lemme backtrack
I just got some more blood on these Track 2s, blast right past you
Blood in the hallway, dead like the last two, damn
I'on—I'on think I ever asked you, yeah