[Intro: ZOTiYAC]
Who frontin'? Do somethin'
This gun from the future, hold 200
I am too old to be fuckin' wit' you youngins
He come for my shit, he gon' lose somethin'
Shut the fuck up a real n***a is talkin'
They say I'm runnin', I'm just power walkin'
They gon' get lost when I get to this joggin' and
He gon' get offed if he do get me started

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
Put a n***a in a box
Ship to the shop, then that n***a get chopped
My bitch gon' finish the job
Take the organs, fill the body with rocks
Then droppin' this shit
Off top of the bridge though
N***a I don't box, no Klitschko
Shootas point up down like disco
Stomp shit, n***a we don't tip-toe
Get wet then we bounce like a hippo
Two guns and they both feel the same, call them dittos
Caught him, he was sleep, leave his brains on a pillow
That trigger be whippin', I call that my Willow
That bitch from the hood but she really look Cuban
I just rolled a wood but it look like a Cuban
Got it fucked up if you think we coolin'
They gon' find out, they don't think we shootin'
You da type to fuck wit' a bitch named Susan
I ain't tryna fuck on no bitch on Brazzers
Hoes is just hazards when pockets get fatter
I eat alone, I need plates not a platter
Blade in the bladder
Changin' his stature
You see that n***a get flatter
He wonder why his bitch ass gettin' fatter
That's just the perks of you lettin' me smash her
Pimp her out, maybe poke or pass her
Say she wanna fuck me, I'm flattered
Catch a opp, snap his whole head backwards
Big caps, n***a like Mad Hatter
[Interlude: Burnkas]
Yo' it's BurnKas, the fuck it crackin?
Shoutout Zotiyac, shoutout Culture Candy
Y'all already know, free me, free tenth
Free Tay-K, fuck the rats, kill the opps
Fuck 12 n***a, I'ma be out real soon, it's fuckin' crackin'

[Verse 2: Burnkas]
Choppa made him fast like Popeyes
Come to New York and yo' SoundCloud might die
You ain't a plate, you are small fries
N***as be food, I use 'tensils on this guy
I hit him, get rid him, and rip him
If you n***as wit him, gorillas, we kill 'em
N***as be pussy, I wet him
N***as be hungry, I fed him
If n***as want smoke then I smoke 'em
I laugh when I shoot like I'm Joker
The blood in his throat got him chokin'
I'm sippin' redrum as my potion
I walk on the bloody ass ocean
Jesus keep savin' my soul from me
I shoot that 3 like a trilogy
I shoot on n***as like Baby G