[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up

[Verse 1: Kold Blooded]
I smoke herb all day, fuck what a hater say
Washed up ass rappers always talking about that gun play
You can't even hang against this verbal apocalypse
Always causing online drama, still they music sound like shit
I got money on it, smoking blunts forever got twenty on it
Fuck a dub, I smoke way more bud then your ass could afford
And rip 'em up, actually, fuck a Ripp
Bitch, I will stick 'em up, I'm blasphemous
Having all these snitches wanna give it up
Schema the posse, I'll burn up yo body
My words are more deadly than all of you wannabes
All put together, you're better off dead
Keep talking shit and I'll go for your head
End a motherfucker's life for thinkin' that he hard
Now you dealing with the schemas, when you fuckin' wit da gawd
When I ride I glide, wit a sword on my side
Whether day or the night, you don't wanna collide, motherfucker

[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
[Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE]
Skinny young kid with them big buck teeth
And the mop on top sitting on chrome d's
Had a nine-mili, never seen a precinct
So I keep a twenty two on me
But I'm quick to hit a motherfucker with a bat
Talk back, get slapped to the ground, on me
I recall a time when I had less hate in my heart
Before these fucking hypebeasts
I'm starting shit but best believe I finish it without a trace
Bury you up in your yard next to your cat that died in second grade
Death to all the jits that don't got shit but judge like Judy Sheindlin
I'ma fall asleep tonight to Superjail looking at the ceiling
I'm living what you rap about, shoutout to Juicy J
Keep on giving bitches shopping money till they give you brain
Me? I don't give a damn, kid
But I got no hoe, better get your shit, schema that clique
Don't fuck with a bitch that ain't up on they hustle tip, uh

[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
[Verse 3: Mr. Sisco]
N***as be hating but I just be waiting for n***as
To pop off with all of they shit
Run with the clique and we bobbin' so thick
And we up in your track and we moving that bitch
Run with the posse and Ghoste so they coming to kill
And we leaving them up in the smoke
I be the Jesus that's black, killing them all, leaving them comatose
Lyrical [?] I'm dropping these n***as
They flopping and reaching for views
I'm done with they shit so it's up to you
Please tell me what you wanna do
I'm the king of the funky, bitch, I been dropping funky hits
Live to a little, bitch, fucking n***as that fucking snitch
Leaving n***as with fucking stitches, I'm digging em fucking ditches
I'm playing with crucifixes, I'm cursing all in my vision
My mind is so fucking twisted but I'm just a-fucking-dicted
I been getting fucking lifted, that herb got me seeing spirits, shit

[Hook: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
[Outro: Juicy J]
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up
You wanna test us? You better put your vest up
It's lots of hatred in the streets, my n***a fess up