[Verse 1: squillo & wildkarduno]
Most these n***as talkin' on the fuckin' 'net, n***a never sent me the drop
If I'm slidin' with Uno, yeah, we got real guns, not no muh'fuckin' props
Just ask when we was there, n***as sent the last opp and got sent to the top
Why these n***as tryna act like they hard but be a son of a pastor?
N***as ain't finna spin, I got a G19, n***a, not a lacker
Put in all the pain, n***a, in the stu', nig', I can never be a slacker
I'm Certified Trapper, n***a, in these streets, I chase the cheese, n***a, like a Packer
Takе over this shit, n***a, like a hacker
I spot mе a opp bitch, I'ma smack her
How you talkin' shit without a factor?
I'M KEEPIN' THEM GUNS, N***A, LIKE A CRACKER
I'm never lackin', I stay loaded
Keep one in the head, n***a, when I'm totin'
These n***as pussy, they demotin'
If you from that side, n***a, then I'm hoein'
IF I CATCH ME THEM N***AS, SEND EM' TO THE GATES
AIN'T NO SORRY, BITCH, IT'S TOO LATE
AND I FUCK WITH MY FIVE'S, YEAH, I'M DROPPIN' RAKES
KNOW THESE N***AS HATE ME JUST LIKE TATE
They don't get no pussy so they go and rape
I just got me some pussy while I hit the vape
Me and these n***as not the same
When I put on that mask, yeah, I turn to Pain
It ain't my fault, n***a, you ain't talked about (IT AIN'T MY FAULT, N***A, ON GODDD)
I know why they mad, n***a, they ain't got no clout (ON GOD)
All they do is ball they fist and they fuckin' pout (Yeah, yuh...)
How you n***as tryna fit in with no fuckin' clout? (Yeah, on five, BITCH)
[Verse 2: wildkarduno]
Yeah, you say you want smoke, n***a, what you talkin' 'bout?
GLOCK ON ME, WE CAN WALK IT OUT
That n***a got killed, gotta chalk it out
You not a street n***a, take a different route
N***a, I was down bad for the P's
Glock 22 shoot like 22Gz
That bitch on my DICK, why you gotta FUCKIN' tease?
I'm in the BEEHIVE, n***a, with them FUCKIN' Bee's
BITCH, I CALL SQUILLO JUST HIT OUT THE LEXUSSSSS
STOP, n***a wouldn't on shit in Texas
GLOCK on me, n***a, who you testin'?
TRAP, everyday, no fuckin' restin'
GLOCK, gon' slide with the Smith & Wesson
We gon' slide on yo' BLOCK, n***a, hope you learned yo' lesson
And them n***as ain't on SHIT, n***a, who the FUCK you pressin'?

[Verse 3: Smokingskul & wildkarduno]
Call Squillo with the tooly' (Fuck n***a, yeah)
Need the drugs then I'm callin' up Booly (Yeah)
Rob a n***a, take him for his tooly
What? These n***as gay, call 'em Rudy
Bitch, I'ma crash, call me Mikey
I need the drop, pull his IP
Chop got a beam, me likey'
I keep a K, feel like Saiki
What? YOU WILL GET JUGGED, N***A, FOR YO' BEATTTTT
YOU NEED TO STICK TO THE FIELD LIKE A CLEAT
I FEEL LIKE EDDIE, BITCH, I LIKE HER CHEAP
N***A ASS, N***A, YOU IS NOT UNIQUE
HEARD THAT HE DUCKINNNNN', THEN WE SHOOT HIS BEAK
THESE N***AS DO ANYTHING, CALL 'EM MEEK
WHAT? TAKE OVER YO' HOOD, N***A, LIKE A HACKERRRRR
I FEEL LIKE COS, BITCH, 'CAUSE I KEEP A DAGGERRRRR
HOW YOU A TRAP N***A BUT YOU WAS A PACKERRRRR?????
I DO NOT WANT THE BITCH, I ALREADY HAD HERRRRR
BITCH, I SCARPE THE BOWL LIKE A CREEP-ATTACKERRRRR
FEEL LIKE LEBRON, BITCH, I'MA COOK A RAPPERRRRR
DON'T PUT THE CAM' ON ME, BITCH, I'M NOT A ACTORRRRR
I'M IN THE STUDIO, TRYNA CATCH A RAPPERRRRR