[Intro: Everything Gwaluh]
Bitch, whoa
Everything motherfuckin' Gwaluh, n***a
The fuck brackin'?
Whoa
Huh

[Verse 1: Everything Gwaluh]
I'm the brim reaper (Whoa)
Bitch, I'm really cold blooded (Blood)
Pull up on a n***a block (Bow, bow)
And put the Glock up to his muffin (Bow, bow, bow)
I ain't comin' for no talkin', n***a (No)
Ain't up for discussion (No)
N***a disrespect me once (Bow)
I call up Hkunxhko, tell him bust him (Bust him)
Call up Beezy, tell him rush him (Rush)
Had the choppers, we got Russians (Yeah)
I got foreign shooters too (Bow, bow)
And they gon' bust yo' ass for nothin' (Bow, bow)
Flyin' in the Bimmer coupe (Skrrt)
I'm with your bitch up out in Buckhead (Yeah)
Pass the .40, tell her tuck it
Ain't gotta tell her to bust it (No)
I been beggin' for some beef
'Cause my fingers is gettin' rusty (Yeah, yeah)
And I like my money neat
I got 50s, a couple 100s (50s)
And I got it out the Ps
I got stoners lookin' like junkies
I got opps that's after me
If they catch me, I get to dumpin' (Bow, bow, bow)
[Verse 2: Slimesito]
If they catch me, I get to dumpin' (Brra, brra)
AK on me and you know I'm clutchin' (Brra)
You not a shooter, n***a, you a flunky (On gang)
All of my young n***as really be bustin' (50)
Shot him in the face, I don't do no fussin' (Brra)
That n***a just mad 'cause I slimed his cousin (Slime)
I really got ties with shooters and they Russian
I hit the scene bustin' up, these n***as duckin' (Bustin')
Try to run up, I shot his ass for rushin'
Keep the fire on me, I don't do no tusslin' (On gang)
Two Glocks on me, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Two Glocks)
N***a touch me, I shot him in the function (Brra)
Got a young shooter with me and he gunnin'
Hundred round stick on me, yeah, I'm drummin' (Stick)
Lil' foreign bitch and that ho from London

[Verse 3: SouthsideSmoke]
Big ass Glock 23 (Glock)
Leave his face on the front of white tee (White tee)
Beat the case, now I'm out to Belize (Phew)
I got the Glock even overseas (Pew)
All my young n***as totin' .223s (.223)
Leave you slumped at the fuckin' BP (BP)
Robbed a n***a at the fuckin' QT (QT)
Blood drippin' like the fuckin' Red Sea
Whoa, hop out the coupe, shoot (Shoot)
Ain't callin' no truce, I got a shooter on the roof (Got a shooter)
Might pop me a pussy ass n***a like you (Like you)
Hop out of the Porsche with a Glock .22 (Skrt)
Got a shooter in New York, 32 in this booth (We good)
Got a southside tool, leave your bitch ass spooned (Pew)
Got three guns on me, n***a, what about you?
Broad day shootouts and we shootin' at you (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Bitch