(Intro – Jaydot Tre)
Yeah
Bitch-ass opps know what the fuck goin' on
Jaydot Tre
Bloodhound Q50
Shoot him in the fuckin’ head, bitch
Grah, grah—what?
Boom, boom!

(Verse 1 – Jaydot Tre)
Shoot him in the head, watch his brain get split
Talkin' on the net? Bitch, get off my dick
I don't play games, I don’t squash no shit
Slide in your hood with a Glock and a stick
He was postin' pics, now he postin' in heaven
Glock 17, got a switch like a reverend
Pray for his soul, but I sent that message
Now his whole fam wearin' black for the blessin'
I don't do peace, I be hangin' with demons
Hop out the V, mask on, we creepin'
Caught his ass slippin’, blood start leakin’
Bitch was tough 'til we left him not breathin’
Candy bar? Nah, now it's worsе
Put that boy mama in a long black hearse
Blood on my hoodie, blood on my shirt
Still won't stop 'til I put ‘еm in dirt
(Verse 2 – Bloodhound Q50)
Yeah, Q50, bitch
Hit him with the chop, got his dome on fire
Heard he was gang, now he up like a flyer
Hollow tips burn like a motherfuckin’ dryer
Lil' n***a tough? That boy was a liar
Stomp him out, then we spin again
This ain't no game, bitch, we don't pretend
Draco spit fire, make the whip do spins
Now his homies pourin' out juice for him
Ayy, I don't give a fuck ‘bout the laws
Twelve can't stop what I do with my dogs
Ops get hunted like prey in the fog
Shoot from the hip, leave his brains on the log
Sayin' my name? Better come with a vest
We aim for the neck, we don't care ‘bout chest
Talk like a killer, but died like the rest
That boy got popped, now his gang look stressed

(Verse 3 – Jaydot Tre)
I got no feelings, I don't feel no remorse
Bitch, I'm the reaper, I'm death with force
Walk down slow, make the scene look gory
Click-clack-boom, now he part of my story
Jaydot in the field, Q50 beside
Talkin' on gang? Bitch, that's suicide
We don't just rap, lil' boy, we slide
Heard his last words? That n***a just cried
This that murder talk, this that rage
Slide with a pump like I'm flippin' a page
Bro got booked, but he still got aim
Hittin' yo' block like a motherfuckin' plague
(Outro – Bloodhound Q50)
Boom!
Shoot him in the head, no love, no light
Fuck all them boys, we up on sight
Bloodhound, bitch, I live that fight
Put his name on a shirt, then spin that night
Yeah!