(Verse 1)
I don’t shake hands, I break jaws
Motherfuckers talk tough till they face gone
Blade to his gut, now his faith gone
Hollow tips turn his clique to a graveyard
I don’t do mercy, bitch, fuck what you heard
Every word that I spit is a goddamn curse
Pull up with the .40 like, "who want it first?"
Talk slick, now your mom on a RIP shirt
I don’t play nice, I don’t play fair
I just play god when I step in the lair
Blood on my Timbs, brains in my hair
Got beef? I’ll turn your whole block to a prayer
(Hook)
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck that
Say my name wrong, get smacked with a MAC
I don’t do peace, I don’t do chats
Only talk I do is click-clack-clap
(Verse 2)
I don’t need a deal, I don’t need a cosign
I just need a blade and a bad state of mind
I just need a reason to make shit decline
Turn a rap beef to a flat fucking line
Fist to his face, now he talk with a lisp
Pussy-ass boy shoulda stayеd off my dick
Ride with the demons, thеy never gon' miss
They pull up in caddies and empty the clips
Mask on my face, I ain't leaving a trace
Creep in your city like death in the place
Hollow my soul, got hell in my veins
I don’t see red, bitch, I see a new grave
(Hook)
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck that
Say my name wrong, get smacked with a MAC
I don’t do peace, I don’t do chats
Only talk I do is click-clack-clap
(Outro)
I don’t do feelings, I don’t do friends
I just do bullets and blood on my hands
Talk like a boss, move like revenge
Step to the goat, that's where you end