[Intro: DJ Paul]
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you hoes know the score
Yo, Jui—
Ai-aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you hoes know the score
Yo, Jui—
Aim-aimin' for your face, lettin' you hoes know—

[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
You say you flippin' dope, in the trap with your ho?
But see, I'm 'bout that murder (See I'm 'bout that murder)
Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that (Talking this and that)
Triple Six, in the sticks with a Soulja rag (With a Soulja rag)
$uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise (Compromise)
Walkin' 'round lookin' like I'm from Columbine (Columbine)
Homicide's glorified on my side of town (Side of town)
Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round
Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rollin' gaudy (Rollin' gaudy)
Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body
You say you drivin' Maserati, but I call your bluff (Call your bluff)
Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough
No, money ain't enough

[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
(Oh it's your, oh)
Creepin', sparkin', thinkin' maybe if or if I shouldn't just (Oh okay)
Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect (Damn, whey, whey)
I don't rock for selfish n***as, .45 all in your chest (Oh okay)
I'll have you running, man, I guess that why you so upset (Oh show)
You think you're hard, huh, lil boy? You say you with the shits (Oh what, far away)
Until the dogs hit yo' door (Woof) and run all ya' chips (Wait, wait, wait)
Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Then put them lights in his eyes, I bet he'll snitch (Oh no, no)
I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy (Ayy, I know he is, whey)
A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me (Ayy, I leave him frozen)
The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter (Ayy, oh they know)
Boy, what's happenin'?
We talkin'—well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin' (Oh it's nothing, so)
[Verse 3: Yung Mutt]
Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack (Ayy, ayy)
Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback? (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash
I'ma need the green (Ayy), that's dope and money (Ayy), smokin' honey (Ayy, ayy)
All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't no handouts, ain't no bitin'
Stick yo' hand out I'll start slicin'
And dicin' (Ayy, ayy)
Sacrificin' all you lice (Ayy), and I start pricin' (Ayy, ayy)
I'm tastin' ice and lemonade in paradise
I'm icin' (Ayy) Sprite and lean, enticin' me 'til I K.O., I might be Tyson