[Verse 1: zinoblade]
(You have no heart)
Smoke all that gas (Spread out)
You can't get a pass, y'all need one, I need two
Bitch, flexin' on 'em, I had Jay go take your loot
Bitch we smokin' on his pack, I forgot, it ain't no boof
Pockets fat, bitch, you lie, shoot out the roof
Bitch, I'm taking out the K, I get so high, you can't relate
Yeah, these broke n***as lurkin', tryna eat off my plate
Yeah, you can't be in my circle, put that Glock right to his fade
Talking hot, bitch, we gon' murk him, hundred racks like eighty-eight
Why you mad? (Uh)
Baby, don't be sad
Ha, five times six, thirty bullets, do the math
Keep a blade, talkin' zino, bitch, you pull up and get stabbed
Yeah, I know I'm making racks, but why the fuck would I bе glad?
Yeah, I'm talking all that fame, bitch, money, ha, bitch keep it coming
Yеah, hear them racks talkin, yeah, talkin down, I mop 'em (Say cheese)
Big racks thumbing, 'member, bitch, I came from nothin'
Big ol' G-Lock on my hip, lil' bitch pull up, I might up it
I fuck bad ho, McLovin, broke boy, you built like a muppet
I told Gem to stash that fire, it get hotted like a oven

[Verse 2: yuke]
It get hotted like a oven
Got my toolie, know I'm bustin'
You know me and zino strapped up at the fuckin' function
Please don't try me, n***a, 'cause these bullets get to dumpin' (You)
Yeah, these bullets get to dumpin', yeah, I walked in with that thirty clip
Walked out of that club, something missing, where my .30 at? (Where's my .30 at?)
Me and zino killed his whole squad, damn, look at that
We don't do no foreigns, n***a, we pull up in fuckin' scats
Trigger finger itchin', you would've thought I was straight up off that crack
Me and zino going up, you know that a fact and you mad
Yeah, you sad
You got left behind, you broke
Fuck yo' bitch in her throat, then I send her back to yours