[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(AKel)

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back
Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that
How the fuck you say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack?
Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that? (Pussy bitch)
Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road
You down to roll? I'm down to roll
He dyin' slow, murder she wrote
Open up the door, chase a n***a down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow (Come here)
Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat (Damn)

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
My destination to a dead end (A dead end)
With a rusty ass stick, I swear this bitch got dead skin (Got dead skin)
Bitch, we catchin' kills, we in that field just like a Redskin
Glock 19 without the beam, I got this bitch from Tae again
He miss his n***a, we gon’ split him, bitch, leave him with your dead friend
Got a problem, we gon' solve 'em, pussy n***a, say it then
Catch a flight, my luck is right, I had to slip the meds in
High as a kite, like all night, like I don't know where my legs been (Hahahaha)
N***a talk to much, I hate that
N***a tellin' and I hate rats (Man, I hate rats)
You know that we don't play that, n***a, fuck that, where my Drac' at? (Where my Drac' at?)
You want pressure? N***a, say that, we gon' find out where you lay at
Find a church you can go pray at, or inside where that shit safe at
[Chorus: JayDaYoungan & 23KayB]
I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back (A fuckin' brain back)
Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that (And it ain't that)
How the fuck they say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack? (With the same pack)
Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that? (You ain't gon' slang that)
Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road
You down to roll? I'm down to roll
He dyin' slow, murder she wrote
Open up the door, chase a n***a down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow (Mmm)
Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat (Come here)

[Verse 2: 23KayB]
We load the tool and let it blow, let's spin-a-ben and up the score
Don't got his rod, we slit his throat, we in and out, we ain't gotta go
[?] when this heater at your head, you finna go
[?], we fill some more, they must've thought I was a lil' hoe
Gang spinnin' blocks, we still gon' catch a fuckin' head, I ain't gotta pop a pill
[?], he accurate with the shot, we call him Buddy Hield
[?] make him dance, I bet this motherfuckin' blicky will
Catch him and ol' boy lackin', drop the bag now that's a double kill
[?] two Drac's at a time, my dawg slang iron, that bitch got double skills
They hop out with that iron, that's a homicide, now how that cutter feel?
That fire gon' leave him blind, gon' get him whacked, ain't gotta touch a [?]
He killed my fuckin' brother, how you think I'ma make his brother feel?

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan & 23KayB]
I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back (Mmm)
Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that
How the fuck they say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack?
Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that? (Pussy bitch)
Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road
You down to roll? I'm down to roll
He dyin' slow, murder she wrote
Open up the door, chase a n***a down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow
Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat
[Outro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(AKel)