[Verse 1: Burnkas]
Area 51
Hysteria if they come
This bullet will make you run
My lyrics will make you dumb
My nuts hit the floor
My nuts hang so low
My briefs Ralph Lauren
She ride like polo
I got ten hoes
Nine Glocks sending eight shots
Sellin' racks
I'm in the trap but I ain't a rat
Six packs
Five pounds of that sour patch
Fourth down
I'm in the field, I might take a kneel
Three bullets
Have that n***a running out his heels
Two cops
One shell [?]
Fuck the law
I'll do anything if its illegal
Catch an opp
Make that n***a chill with some dead people
Been evil
And I'm stuntin' on 'em like Knievel
Selling white
I ain't giving n***as no damn needle
[Verse 2: Drownmili]
Ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh, ayy, ayy, yuh, yuh
Middle finger up, screamin' shit like "Fuck a sermon"
Came up out the trenches with the demons and the vermins
How you ridin' low? You ridin' dirty, where you swervin'?
Never had hots, send a shot right at your persons
Bitch I came from nothin', now I'm feeling like a bat
Do it like [?], all I wanted was a check
My foot is on the pedal and the pedal is your neck
So if you on that hater shit, nah we ain't innadat
Pussy boy you tweaking n***a we ain't innadat
Twitter finger n***as pussy on the Internet
I got thirty clips up on my hip, get innadat
Shippin' of a ship, my n***a don't get into dat
Run a n***a up and now he lookin' hella damp
And my n***as shinin' like some mothafuckin' lamps
Stickin' to the code like some mothafuckin' stamps
And I hold the title like a mothafuckin' champ

[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
I grab the LP and get this mothafuckin' L
Shoot like I'm Darrell, we slide on n***as the rail
Now you get stumped or you get stamped
You better hope the rifle jam
Take yo' chain' like ooh this my shit, n***a this my jam
Put a hand off of a n***a
Then he ran off with his n***as
Brand new spaz put that boy on his ass
We don't stand off with the n***a
My bitch can't talk to no n***as
My clique can't fall for no gimmicks
Shots sound like pots and pans, it's a pandemic
In the Bentley sprintin', now we got yo' mans sprintin'
I'm a schizo like my name Jarren Benton
I call it Klitschko how that K' get to hittin'
Leave him six low, 7.62s kickin'
Where yo' bitch go? I don't know, I'm indifferent
N***a ask a name, I don't know, she ain't different
The irony, the shots hit his liver, he ain't livin'
Get blue over his rag if the n***a think he crippin'
[Verse 4: Kill Stacy]
[?] it get viscious
Venom hit ya system, have you twitchin', mental illness
Really been revealin' n***as' colors like a building
With the vision of the people like Apartheid chillin'
"Who the villian?" I'm the villan 'cause I got my people itchin'
Thinkin' 'bout the days I ain't had nothin', fuck that feeling
Fuck the wisdom people givin', come and give me my percentage
If it ain't about no dollas no can't holla for a minute
Ain't about to swallow, why you eat my dick like dinner?
She ain't ate good in a while and I can tell 'cause she can't fit in
Tell that bitch, "Get out the crib, go to the gym and get ya fitness"
You should warm up with [?] it cost a ticket
Money don't grow on trees and my patience is nonexistent
Extensions [?] it hit you and every witness
And n***as who talkin' shit can get hit with no hesi- wit' it
Totin' the Desi', hittin', it blow you, it leave you winded n***a