[Verse 1: G Lo Key]
Lay a n***a down
What's my trigger finger?
Squeeze
He could've stayed alive if he lit up off the keys (hoe)
Reachin' for his pockets
Hope I come up on some cheese
All I got was some lint and a purple sack of weed
Now I'm thinking to myself
"How he get it?" (where he get this shit?)
I need to find a dope n***a dealin'
Hit 'em for his stash
Hope I come up on a killin'
Man, go stick 'em up and come up off this shit
Only thoughts of getting rich
Got his number out this phone now I'm thinking that it's on
Grab my pistol, nina tone
Text this n***a for a bounce
Said he had it
Come on down
Told 'em "meet me down on [?]"
He pulled up to the spot
I told 'em
"Gimme what you got, hoe"

[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, fucking thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
[Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE]
Never had no love
Just a way to stay alive
Broke and wanna die
And now you looking up in my fucking eyes
Like it's no surprise
I'm the GHOSTE up in black
No mac
But a switchblade and a .22
Schemas on my left right
Now let me see you make a move
You fucking wrong
Makin' threats like you Kim Jong
I'm telling you test your luck
I'll be here when you long gone
A young kid
Not a thing but a wish for death
And catch me in the fucking gutter till my last breath
Numbering all of my days
Hell, a motherfucker try to escape
Hit 'em with a red bat that I keep in the back of the Grand Marquis
Grab the tape
So I can silence all of the screams and crush your skull in one take
Now sticking you in some concrete boots
Watch you drown in the lake, bitch
[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, fucking thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)

[Verse 3: Yung Warden Buffet]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G Lo got the drop on the plug
Got the 9 milli slugs in the clips stuffed, snug
Mane with the Louisville
Ready to slug
Lo Key pop three
Ghoste crush your skull
Buffett roll up in the unmarked truck
You was just supposed juug him
What the fuck is up?
Fuck it though
Guess we better roll 'em in a rug
Leave it to the Warden
I'ma cut 'em up
Ghoste pipe up saying 'sound like fun and I got a idea where to dump the chump'
Slide in the passenger side of the truck
TIP take his vehicle to get chopped up
Ghoste roll the dope while we roll down the highway
Smoke and destress but don't take shit lightly
Hit the corner store, jump back on the highway
Reconnect wit TIP we got Gin to hydrate
Just a couple shots
Man, can't get sloppy
Reach in the back of the truck for the body
This how it go when you creep we the posse
Slide in the warehouse lookin' like zombies
Separate what's left from his head from the body
GHOSTEMANE filling up his boots with the concrete
Drop 'em in the drank mane the boi so soggy Then send the shreds of his head to his mommy
[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, fucking thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, fucking thug)