[Verse 1: FUCKAPACHE]
Shootin the mag straight at your body
Fuck around and get hit with the shotty
Laughing at you dont try to rob me
20 rounds
7.62
That shit be naughty

Hittin that bitch with the elbow
She tryna fuck but i only want head tho
Where you bitch at bro?
Run up on me and get fed with my ammo

[Verse 2: Hsinjuku]
Shoot em up
John Gotti Talk
The War has started
Fever in the cut if you can't handle it dont try to start shit

And I been bout it
Ran it up and down for profit
Forest in the closet
I bagged it and quit the topic

Memento of the past
Getting hands stained cuz of the cash
Can't sleep cuz competition waits on your ass
Bottle talk
Opposite of honor roll
Quietly watching me pass the ball
[Verse 3: FUCKAPACHE]
Ill show them whats up
They know my name on the block
They know i say what i want
No i won't stop till i drop
Still dont obey the cops
I got the gat in my sock
I got my bag full of rocks
Dont say a word when i talk

Apache, twopercent
Still on a killing spree
Dont even talk to me
Cuz i will disagree

Soundcloud misery
Make ur career history
Add salt to the wound
And insult to the injury