[Chorus 1: Bump J]
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em

[Verse 1: Bump J]
Yeah, yeah (Muder stuff)
Made a hundred thousand in public housin'
This place ain't Erica's
The court got a shortage in the money counter (Blood money)
I ain't sayin' shit to you 'til you get my lawyer down here (Fucked up)
Drum on the .6, Oricas, we in war around here (Bah, bah)
Buy me time, feds snatch you n***as out of encore (Free the guys)
We ain't come to talk, what the fuck you think about guns and gore?
Clappin' at you like I want a encore (Want a encore)
Mad ass scratch, now I chop you down like a lawnmower
Them bricks get shipped up, taped with the bubble wrap (Better know that)
And imma hammer on the fish scale, we'll double that (Stain, stain)
Them nickel bags gon' stuff 'em (Doin' numbers)
The bitch n***a was gon' headshot him like, "Bah!"
[Chorus 2: Montana of 300 & Bo Deal]
If you got the heat up then you better reach up
Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature
Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures
I got, monsters
If they got you trippin', I can never be you
When I'm on the block, a n***a never see you
They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle
I know, monsters
But shots like laser tag
And you was all up in they face, and brag
And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon
And I'm killin' them, monsters
Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that?
OG on 'em can you smell that?
Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat
Monsters (Look)

[Verse 2: Bo Deal & Montana of 300]
Got a baby .9 in my right pocket (Yeah)
But I ain't gotta ride, my youngins slide like ice hockey (Uh-huh)
Gotta break a D, and the color brown just like Fox (Ya dig?)
Them shortys with me, gon' heat a n***a, it's like coffee
N***a, you ain't never seen me on Twitter beefin' (Nah)
My nerves bad, so that'll lead to a n***a leakin' (Facts)
My pockets decent, n***as know that I'm sellin' pieces (Uh-huh)
Your dough right, I deliver to you like a stack of pizzas (Facts)
Money comin' so them dumpers on us
Lot of n***as talkin', they don't really want it (Right)
See a lick, and were quick to hit it
Like motherfuckers, got bumpers on us (Woo)
Slide outside the bandos (Skrrt), then we're dumpin' on 'em (Blah)
Rolled up, got a [?] n***as breakin' when we hit the corner
Monsters
[Chorus 2: Montana of 300]
If you got the heat up then you better reach up
Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature
Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures
I got, monsters
If they got you trippin', I can never be you
When I'm on the block, a n***a never see you
They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle
I know, monsters
But shots like laser tag
And you was all up in they face, and brag
And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon
And I'm killin' them, monsters
Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that?
OG on 'em can you smell that?
Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Young, young n***a
Keep a gun with him
Keep a drum with him
Can't do nun' with him
You in front line, in the slums with him
You get ran over if you don't run with him
Gucci, Louis, Prada
Runnin' through these dollars
We was just some toddlers
Runnin' through the projects
Needin' all my partners
Runnin' through the product
All we do is profit
All we do deposit
Blood money for these big faces
Got blood on him, thirsty, I need somethin'
Knock a redbone
Ski-mask and my gloves on, finna rob some'
We win it, we win it, we up
The team 'bout to dub some'
Blowin' out for the buzz comin'
You's a duck, I go duck huntin'
FN Five-seven, slug some'
Shorty, I love the head
I damn near love it like I love money
Cross me, I will send them boys to hunt you
Trust me, you will not enjoy your summer
Chase you down with that kickstand
Better pray to god that that bitch jam
Chop you down then i switch hands
Big ol' n***a with some big bands
Chief
[Chorus 2: Montana of 300]
If you got the heat up then you better reach up
Bro, he got me on the hook, this not a feature
Time to beast up in the streets, you scared of creatures
I got, monsters
If they got you trippin', I can never be you
When I'm on the block, a n***a never see you
They gon' run up on you with the Desert Eagle
I know, monsters
But shots like laser tag
And you was all up in they face, and brag
And now they're ready to murder you like a feind when they chase the dragon
And I'm killin' them, monsters
Got the thumper on 'em, can you tell that?
OG on 'em can you smell that?
Pull up on 'em in the Hellcat