Killin' for skrilla, New Era militia
Mo' money mo' murder, these n***as Vanilla
My set bout to catch wreck
Better bow down to my tec or get wet
Let body surrender
My poetry penetrate all these pretenders
I hang with my gang we pull up like Avengers
You n***as censored
Pop out with Glocks on your top
And the ? of these pussies imposters
Fuckin' with the opps, get my n***as to toss ya'
Hoe shit gon' cost ya'
I'ma just boss up
Play and I cross ya'
He just a foster, I think I lost ya', let me get proper
I don't give a fuck bout a case
Ready to take these n***as by the neck and start to shake
I think it's bout to break
Pull up and shake down I'm on the take
Ain't no escape now
With a funkadelic break-down make me wanna go get a AK now
Bitch I'm turnt up off this mothafuckin' juice
I won't stop till draped out in a mothafuckin' coupe