[T.R.I.P.]
800 horse on my blacked out GTR
Ain’t no keys to the whip, we just hop in, push to start
Little bitches acting stupid, like y’all don’t know who we are
Bitch we blowing off the charts while y’all n***as stuck in park
Flexing like I lift
Yo' bitch wet when I drift
Ain’t fuckin' wit' no snitch
69 bodies R.I.P
Left to rest in piss
Your flow is counterfeit
All your fuckin' mumbling sound like y’all sucking dick
Riding with my semi-automatic in traffic
A fuckin' fully loaded minivan with a bunch of my savages
Pulling over on the freeway, show these fuckboys what’s happening
Bullets flying fast as sonic, fuck 'em up then be back again

[VAGUE]
Blades, drugs, pussies always seem to run the fuckin' game
All you bitches sound the same
Clout demons on a chase
Put a 9 to your face, a familiar disgrace
I’m lovin' all the fuckin' blood I can taste
Run the game 'til you take our lives
Not the same, I hope you realize
We keep on making music so that you can feel alive
UAV is in yo' chest, we always deep inside
Sometimes you’re feelin' all alone
Pain and suffering the never endin' tone
Many things that’s in this life is left unknown
Can only hold back what you can’t condone