[Verse 1: quinn]
N***as talking out they neck, uh, that ain't no surprise
Pull up with that .9, shots fired, shots fired
Access Denied, bitch, that's the clique
Get on your knees or I'm upping this shit, ayy
Bitch, I'm that n***a, never been a ho
Smoke you like some gas pack, kickin' in your door
Never had to slide, pull up and you die
Take back what you said, and maybe we will save your life
And I'm still smoking trees (What?)
Fuck the n***a mean? I stay clean
Fuck around, I pop a n***a beam, off a bean
Get him trippy, havin' lucid dreams, I'm a fiend
For that money, bitch, I'm a fiend
Bitch, get back, uh
Fuck around, I shoot you in your back with the MAC, uh
Three shot, I make him step back, pull that trigger, uh
Fuck around, I kill all you n***as, seven figures, ayy
Shouts out to the n***a fucking with him
Hit my line, ayy, if you want a feat, hit my line
Bitch, be quiet, ayy, when cops come 'round, bitch, be quiet
Got that 9, ayy, leave a n***a family cryin', askin' "Why?" Ayy
When I pull up, I promise you gon' die
Bitch, I'm bound to catch a body
Leave him screaming for his mommy
Shoot this AR and this Tommy
That's another fucking hobby
Pull up, shooting eighty n***as
And I'm making eighty figures
Once I buy this Smith and Wesson
Get to splashin' on you n***as
Bitch, I told you not to teleport, what the fuck happened now?
And I always felt mad, but turn bricks into pounds
And you snitches get stitches, snatched up and they dead
If you fuck with my n***as, I'll pull up in your town, bitch
[Verse 2: LXXIV]
(LXXIV)
Pull up into your town, I got Oxys ready to go
Trippin' off this perc', don't try me, ho, up the pole
Access Denied is the [?] die, ho
Mask up and roll out in the all-black tie, ho
We shoot shit, we smoked up [?] your whole clique
Fuck with the opps, with the chrome in his neck [?] and his body drops
Sippin' Cîroc, man, I'm so fucked up, [?] don't stop
Ready to pop, if your name is Christian, you're gon' meet this red dot

[Verse 3: LXXIV]
Ayy, drippin' in codeine, I'm lookin' like Barney
If I am busy, my shooters shoot for me
I got all the drip in the world, it's alarming
When the trigger get hot, there is no reporting
So I'll opp 'em out
Get the fuck back, ho, I ain't giving clout
All these rappers pussy, we just air 'em out
Stay flexin' on the 'gram, I ain't got no doubt (I ain't got no doubt, bitch)
We just fuck 'em up
Like some dope, pussy boy, we gon' roll you up
You just lost your soul? Man, welcome to the club
I'm already dead, I guess my life is speedo