[Intro: Mekhi Phifer, BEATSBYSAV, & bzargoodboy]
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
I'm tellin' you, man, any n***a that ever looked at me wrong (Ooh, SAV killed it, hell yeah, what the fuck?)
Owes me money, or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead (Alright)
You understand what the fuck I'm sayin'? They're fuckin' dead (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)
I don't give a fuck about nothin' (Alright, look)

[Verse 1: bzargoodboy]
Where—, redacted? I'm tryna bust a nut
Yo' bitch don't even spoon no more, y'all sleep butt-to-butt
I just poured a cup of—, yeah, now I'm fuckin' stuck
Oh, you wanna—, alright, good fuckin' luck
Gooseneck clip on the A-R, I'll make them duck-duck-duck
I'll snatch his intestines out and play Double Dutch
S-N-S went so damn hard, they had to shuffle us
Me and Ben Frank in the bed, real cuddled up
Sippin' on that Chemical X, like I'm Buttercup
Square n***a try to rob us? Blow his bubble up
Slash a n***a in his chin, and make his stubble up
[?] make his car bomb, like a shuttle bus

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
He was talkin' all that shit, but he pause, he ain't bussin' up
Man, it's "Fuck the world", then I fuck my girl, I ain't bustin' up
It's a team plan, you want money wit' us? Time to huddle up
He ain't stackin'? It's a fuckin' fund, he ain't packin'? That's a fuckin' stunt
All this yappin', ain't no action, told that bitch, "We gon' fuck or what?"
Lookin' for yo' bag and yo' bitch, is this a fuckin' hunt?
I was trippin' 'bout some shit, now I'm really up
Getcho money up and not yo' funny up, y'all just silly, huh? Dumbass
[Verse 3: bzargoodboy]
Nicotine and caffeinated drinks, but they sugarless
That boy ain't only pussy, he sugar shit
Tell my shooter, "The target got a cold", and his booger flip
[?] and let my nuts hang like hooker tits
Foreign hoe tried to say my name and she butchered it
Get close to foolin' me once and you pushin' it
Let a n***a get loud wit' me and I'm shushin' it
Told myself, "When you cookin' up, [?] it"

[Verse 4: PE$O PETE]
[?] when we rappin' in this bitch, uh, damn
Rappin' in this bitch, ain't no breaks or hooks in it
Got my mind on the money, ain't no muhfuckin' books in it
Got my left wrist on Patrick, told a bitch, "Just look at it!"
Stop all that talkin' shit, yo' ass tellin' lies
Right wrist, Terastallize, I'm not like them other guys
Back in days, it sound like fuckin' murder, now it's homicide
Yo' ass ain't do shit with that gun, shit was dramatized
Hold on, left wrist like Roarin' Moon
Left wrist, Rotom Wash, bitch like "What?", huh?
Give them bitches Moby Dick, shit like a harpoon
I'm pourin' double Ed and Edd, like the cartoon

[Verse 5: bzargoodboy]
Boy tried to pull a fast one, he must think he Flash
.4-5'll make Mr. Incredible do the dash
You can't hit the plays you want, 'cause you fuckin' ass
You can't make the moves you want, 'cause you fuckin' trash
Grab my [?], watch that little whore 'cause she think she fast
[?] caught a case and had to sit for a couple acts
Learned a lot of shit back in my day, now I really [?]
They'll try to sell you NyQuil like it's really Act'
Red Bull injected in me, them things don't really [?]
This pressure charge up, I'll cock back, it really smack
They ain't believe me when I said, "It was", but it's really that
He waitin' on his crush to change his mind, think he [?] the [?]
[?] a [?], step out of line, tell 'em, "Face the facts"
White America been tryin' hard to erase the Blacks
You worried 'bout a girl at the crib, had to chase the sack
I done fell off a couple times, always make it back
[Outro: PE$O PETE]
Fat boy, when he see the 9, make him face the MAC, big ass boy
Like a li'l lonely ass hoe, tote big ass toy
I'mma have to pull it like—, hahaha, I don't have a rhyme
I don't have a rhyme for the last one, I'm sorry (I don't have a rhyme for the last one, I'm sorry)