[Produced By Dae One]

[Verse 1 – Trizz]
Trip up and get caught slipping
Kill him if he trip me, dispose him and start dipping
I’m riding if you with it, it’s nothing, I’m with the business
Crowd my space if you inches and Imma make this n***a feel it
Off top you can tell I’m Trizz [?]
N***a I ain’t kidding, I’m seriously a villain
And that’s the message n***a, I sign, lick it, and seal it
I give the address to a fake n***a and then send it
It’s a rap, so I’m as real as it’s getting
The rest of you n***as be perpetrating for these bitches
I’m all about the Benjamins, fuck how a bitch is living
Unless she break me off some paper and let me hit it
Cause I’m out to fucks to give up
A lot of you n***as claiming to get it need to give up
I make it, I get it, I’m killing these n***as
With no hesitation to give it to n***as
I’m plotting [?] get rid of you n***as
Leaving no evidence what I did to you n***as

[Hook – Trizz]
If he get caught slipping
Kill him while he’s chilling with his bitch and with his n***as
These n***as think I’m playing but honestly I ain’t kidding
One of you n***as gon feel it with emphasis in a minute
We gon slide on em, and then rob em
Man if it’s really necessary we pull a nine on em
What’s in his pockets, n***a only a five on him
Left him bleeding in front of his homies till he died on em

[Verse 2 – Trizz]
I’m a fucking soldier
Tell em Trizz told ya
Blowing on this Dozier, feel like I’m off the coca
At the Panda Rosa, layed up with Rosa
This is how I live, another day in California
Oh he mad at me? Fuck a n***a, so what?
I’m about to blow up, I got a gig, show up
Promoters better have my fucking money when I show up
I ain’t doing shit till that fucking money show up
Huh? Break bread or fake dead
I’m on a n***a head if he don’t come with them feds
It’s nothing to pay a n***a to fill him up with lead
Here’s a stack in all cash, go put a n***a to bed
Yup, and don’t forget what I said
Show a n***a what I’m saying just for thinking I’m playing
Get a n***a, kill a n***a, throw away the banger
Feel no remorse cause my passion is for danger

[Hook][x2]

[Verse 3 – Chuuwee]
Catch him slipping on his lonesome
Watch his whole dome split
I don’t need a chrome fifth
I’m going toe to toe with him
N***as on that ho shit, front door open
So we finna crash the party with some gas and explosives
The blow is too corrosive
Hang me from the cross like the son of Mary Joseph
Believe me, went too strong
As all day long put threats into songs
As bait just to wanna see what n***a play along
My n***a Trizz riding shotgun with the AR
Play hard, you n***as come up shorter than K. Hart
This shit is not a game, and if it was, then we play hard
Always in the kitchen making sure the knives stay sharp
These n***as always talking until we walk up and spark em
Regardless if you was kidding my n***as took it to heart
We the hardest, with 40 calibers loaded up in your yard
Precaution whenever you talk to us, you fucking retard

[Hook][x2]