[Intro]
Uh
I smoke Gunna, I smoke Gunna, I smoke Gunna, I smoke
I smoke Gunna, I smoke
Oh, it's startin' to feel like I can't make
Oh, oh

[Verse]
It's startin' to feel like I can't make songs, unless the killers with me
My old head said he like how I get dealin', that's just the killer in me
And I make murder music, not forever, I just want the killer to feel me
And I jump out by myself, I don't need nothin', I just need some killer in me
Jump out four deep, that's a wreck, but his dumbass ran, we started chasin'
My door was locked, I tried to jump out the window, I ain't got no fuckin' patience
And I'ma say this shit, evеry time a n***a play, the ER gon' get a patiеnt
Right now, it's an epidemic on killin' like they had crack back in the 80s
You run your life bitch, you better cherish it 'fore you fuckin' lose it
And my opps don't shoot shit, the only time they slide is in they fuckin' music
I told my mom that I shoot shit, she said "Son, you out there fuckin' boolin'"
I'm on a jail call, tuck my fire, that's why they call me fat, fuckin' stupid
I gave my all to rap and if this shit don't work, then I'm back in them Johnnys
And we cook shit for free, so imagine what we do when they pay for the body
And I'm stuck on the bed, it's checks on n***as' head, but I know Walkdown got 'em
And everybody knows that once I spot him, then I fuckin' got him
I got a thousand inboxes, thirty sent through the mail, so I got shot [?]
You hit his body, and then you go up top, hit his head, that's how you do it
And if I jump out on your block with a kill switch, can't nobody stop me
And I'm a lockdown defender, I protect the paint like I'm Dennis Rodman