[Intro]
(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip)
Yeah, most wanted, n***a
I ain't the top opp, but I'm the biggest stepper (JT on the track again)
You n***as wasn't talking big stepper 'til I brought the lingo to the hood
Trust, Kodak
Most def'
And I told you n***as I'm Z-ed up to the feet up
Z-ed up 'til I freeze up
'Til the world freeze over, n***a
And it's gettin' cold in this bitch (Mmm)
Got them poles in this bitch, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
On the road, we packed the Scat (Yeah)
Know we gon' need gas and Blacks (Mmm)
Got Zoes in here, big poles in here (Mmm)
Get tactic with this clapper (Mmm)
Hit a ho and pass her back (Yeah)
Your shooter just lost his hat (Yeah)
Hе tweet on the computer (Mmm), I'ma leavе his top right in his lap
You can run, but, I'm gon' catch
You can hide, you still gon' die, n***a
When them bullets fly, make mamas cry
No sympathy in my eyes, n***a
What you see when you see me?
I'm a Z, that's who I be
I'm out my top, ain't got no mind
N***a, I'm killin' these n***as for free
Got a yellow bitch out of [?]
Suck dick like Karrine Steffans
And I'm at the top, I'm still steppin', get surgical with this weapon
Zoe flag on a machete, I'm a kutthroat n***a, you get beheaded
I done got my ex-bitch pregnant, I’m 'posed to been did that already
I'ma crack your melon
N***a, I been thirty-eight high, yeah
Pussy ho wan' rump, got a big .380 for a opp, yeah
Better not lie, can't catch my ride
Try throw subliminals at my top, yeah?
Don Dada, block fire, I got my sniper ready to rock, yeah
[Chorus]
Better run (Mmm)
Go'n get your gun (Uh-huh)
Gotta have some fun (Yeah)
'Fore the day is done (Kutthroat business)
Kutthroat Bill, kill that boy, kill that bitch
KTB, Kodak the boss, off top (Mmm)

[Verse 2]
Better run, get your gun
I tell 'em, "Go," they say it's done
I'm so kutthroat, put a dent in yo' head, oh, yeah, another one
We ain't missin' shit when them switches hit, n***a, what you runnin' for?
That yoppa poppin' out like Hubba Bubba, call it bubblegum
'Cause when I pop it, you get chewed up, then I throw it out
Halloween baby, turn yo' mama crib to a horror house
I went candy yams on a lamb, but, it ain't Thanksgiving
Smack a n***a down like Rob Van Dam, but n***a play with me
Big shell catcher, .357, this is Trey Fifty
Bitch bend backwards, so I can cram it like your face missin'
Coupe go two-fifty, I'm so SG, I'm a Super Gremlin
Shooter too specific, hit his mama, make her lose a titty
Lil' shawty call me Jason, she been with me before the fame did
I went fuckin' crazy, I was straight until the fame switched me
Yeah, run in his house and kill his family, make him wish that he was with 'em
When he hear the way we torture his lil' sister, that's gon' kill him
[Chorus]
Better run (Mmm)
Go'n get your gun (Uh-huh)
Gotta have some fun (.38 special 'cause I'm special with this .38)
'Fore the day is done
.38 on me, bitch special
.38 special, bitch I'm special with this .38 (Uh-huh)
Better run
Go'n get your gun
Gotta have some fun
'Fore the day is done
Better run
Go'n get your gun
Gotta have some fun
'Fore the day is done