[Intro]
Turn up the beat, beat, beat
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Fuck yo' homie, he a dead n***a
Speak on one of mines, you will be a dead n***a
A n***a get blue, turned into a red n***a
That’s if you push me to close to the edge, n***a
I did a hit out the coupe and then sped, n***a
Chop's cut you like some fuckin' paper, it just shred n***as
KSG, the guillotine, it behead n***as
Hungry as a bitch, get fed n***a
Fuck a fed, n***a
Nine TEC’s stretch necks like a iron press, n***a
Said she givin' supеr neck, but I am not impressed, n***a
If wе meet at Crest, you better buy a vest, n***a
Pick a date, it's going up like iOS, n***a
'Cause I invest, my chopper rest to flex, it probably suplex that n***a
This a slobber-knocking neck, hope I don't gotta wet a n***a
Off the lean, I just crashed like it's not my wedding, n***a
Hit a n***a in his jersey, I start Ron Artestin' n***as

[Verse 2]
Uh, if he ain't with his homies, then he dead meat
Fuck him up, all the evidence left on the bedsheets
Give zero fucks, cooked him up, but he still look like red meat
I don’t tell the feds shit, I just leave it in the street
Uh, and it don’t really matter where you park, B
I found a spot, pressed the button like R3
Ayy, I'm a suit looking sharp like shark teeth
Uh, your child in the back, it’s blowing through the carseat
Pardon me, but I will blow this bitch, it ain't no heart in me
I will shoot the party, bitches screaming like Cardi B
Follow the directions, or you will run into archery
Carbine run through cartilage
AR run through arteries
He get his top blew, that n***a look like Marge to me
If your ho smoke with me, that bitch gon' go to Mars with me
And she on go for me, she said she'll steal the stars for me
Ain’t got no loyalty 'cause her n***a ain't hard as me
[Verse 3]
Out to work, don't hit me up
A n***a gotta re-up
Hit his block, then come back like fever
These n***as say they gangstas, but they act like divas
Popping out the back, the MAC gon' cook his ass like a fajita
Yeah, I'ma swing the shit, hit a bitch, Derek Jeter
I thug in the arena like my name John Cena
You come over my casa, you might catch you a Mileena
And you can see the bitch look like she came straight from [Cosida?]
I don't need her though, why I keep the ho?
Somethin' like the front door, how I peep the ho
Somethin' like a Fronto, how I hold the dope
Uh, don't let me get this gun loaded, I'ma overload
Uh, whipping out the Drake, you would think it came from OVO
Uh, now the n***a getting hit like the rope-a-dope
Leave a n***a in his couch like the Oprah Show
Slide, I'm knocking quarters out that n***a like one over four