[Intro]
I'll never miss if I fire at you
I'm like some people, I'll pull it out if I have to
You think you rich, but most of your chains have no value
Stop stressing, fore' I whoop you like your mama do
Reporting from the place where I lost one
Steady trapping for my loved ones
We was flying in from Boston
We would never walk across the bridge
We used to play often
Fore' we started robbing
'Cause for them people who were lost, but never forgotten
Tossing these bullets, but we had to throw another one
Let me take his heart
Get to trapping, I' ma start

[Verse 1]
We go to the back street
Run him down, like he's in a track meet
Cut his check down, now it's half-beat
If you need money, don't ask me
Pour these bullets in your face
Look like egg yolks in your eyes
Leave the hater to cough
'Cause he so bad, he choked on his lines
Going down in H-Town
I'm talking Houston, Texas
Leave a bad grade on his desk
'Cause who gon' test this?
Leave him stained
'Cause ain't finna test me, woah
'Cause I'm like the best, and I'll pull it out if I have to
You don't know me, and you never did
You say you finna spin, I'll probably never spin
I just ran off all of my friends, and let my brothers hit 'em
I promised to the police I'd never do it again
I got to use it so much, feel like it's built-in
These bullets pierce through him like a safety pin
I got to flatten him, turn him so thin, woah
[Chorus]
Haters will hate, I'll let 'em talk
Bet they mad, 'cause I go hard
Haters who knock wrong
Shoot you through the peephole
Don't play with me, that's lethal
Buss for the cash, and my people
If you look behind the lines
The white lies
For the people who died
And families who cried
Gangs think they laying, but they lying

[Verse 2]
If we shootin' then we lootin' the store
Buss him in the back, then I tell him to go
We runnin' his check, he runnin' from us
If he playing then I' ma buss
Make him drop dead from these hits
Send his body down to the floor
We got all these numbers, we countin', and we can't keep score
If he still breathing, then he wants more
We stand at the shore of the blood, yeah we blew him
Watch these bullets go through him
We hitting his wallet, then we threw him
Kick the body in the lake, that's how we move him
He talks too much, we mislead him
We confuse him
He is an opp and a snitch, so we got to elude him
We all ridin' in diamonds, so we got the blue rims
We need the flow for a while
Shawty is cramping my style
He looking square, but we make him run a square mile
We dropping our cash, so we leave a sheet pile
He finna come out, so we waiting a while
He is hatin' when I freestyle
Now he even madder, 'cause I got a new style
Make him line up, put him in a single file
Caught him in the street
We walking him down, look like crushed wheat
He mad, 'cause we run this industry
He was talking too much, so we left blood streaks
Now when we pull upon him, he ain't finna say nothing
[Chorus]
Haters will hate, I'll let 'em talk
Bet they mad, 'cause I go hard
Haters who knock wrong
Shoot you through the peephole
Don't play with me, that's lethal
Buss for the cash, and my people
If you look behind the lines
The white lies
For the people who died
And families who cried
Gangs think they laying, but they lying