[Verse 1]
I never told on the set
I'm never pillowtalking with no bitch about no trap
So I’ma tell the soldier you slept
I took them crackers’ rope off my neck
Been walking like my rhythm out of whack
So I come back to focus the sket
Brrrrat, check, heard you talking like your shit don’t got no latch so I’ma have to close it instead
Yeah, I heard you talking like my n***as out here lacking so I had to open your flesh, yes
I had to count backwards from ten
We crossface the A like Bob Backlund, bust a ratchet
Pounds and the pence
Luxurious thug dizzle
We stuck the plug for the kibble
We stuck up for the plug in the feral
Fashion rebels, precious metals, levels
Yo all I rob is the serum
Then toss it when I’m done with the shizzle

[Chorus]
Release, release
Release 1-9 for the beef
Release .45 for the beast
Release, release
Release, release
Release 1-9 for the beef
Release .45 for the beast
Release, release