[Verse 1: Heist187]
I check yo' bitch, that's head to toe
That's why I keep my head with foes
ZOTiYAC that's my big bro
You step on mine, don't hit me phone
Don't take a hit, get back, ayy
Bitch Betty, ready got packs, ayy
Fuck around, [?] got smacked, ayy
Don't put your hand on my sack
[?] in a second, don't talk 'bout my presence
Fuck around, and still ain't carry no weapon
Fifty seconds, and I leave you like peasant
Snitchin', dissin' boy your head in a second
Snuck in yo' house, we don't need the key
These people be deep like the infantry
Fuck what you do, don't play wit me
Pussy be deep like the ocean sea

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
I came to fuck some shit up, yuh
I might just shoot up the club, yuh
Whoever said she want fuck, yuh
Goddamn the lightning just struck
I never give 'em my trust, yuh
Try to finesse me, I bust, yuh
Claim my music for yo' bitch, woah
Lil' n***a you got some guts
'Cause I'm too attractive, yo' girl too ecstatic
The word is impacting, I'm over my head
The call me the Magnus
I feel like a magnet
I whip out the Magnum if we never met
But I think it's wonderful, yo' bitch too comfortable
I give her Lunchables, she give me head
And after I clapping, if I'm not relaxing
I think I'm relapsing, collapse and I'm dead
These n***as should know what the fuck it is
I might cop a dawg, but can't cuff a bitch
I'm holdin' that heat like an oven mitt
These n***as want beef, they can suck a dick
No more cannot bleed from my fucking wrist
Bitch gimme the shot I'll be bussin' it
Lowkey, I think I'm way above this shit
Pas-pish, the choppa be stutterin'
Nothing to say, I might shoot it, ayy
Keeping my cool I might lose it, ayy
I show up to school, but don't do shit, ayy
But everyone know, I'm not stupid, ayy
I'm way ahead of these students, ayy
I give a fuck 'bout your movements, ayy
If it ain't the Crow, then it's useless, ayy
So, you keep on droppin' that bullshit, ayy
N***as be smoking on boof shit, ayy
The headache, that muhfuckin' tumor, ayy
I do not listen to rumors, ayy
I clean that lil' bitch like a broomer, ayy
[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
N***a catch a fade
If he duck, we can play
Pistol tucked, hit the pave
Pretty shit, meet yo grave
Totin' that .40 and he can get sprayed
I am not offended bitch, are you afraid?
Pull the extended clip, gun is like short
I wanna remember this, put it on tape