Thrashin like I'm Anthrax
Boy don't get your neck snapped
Tryna run up on me I hope you know that's a red flag

I might come through with the choppa, the yoppa, the toolie I'm bussing y'all with no remorse
I'm from the 757 but shoutout my shooters in Richmond, I'm throwin up fours

Hoe get out my face, or I'm flooding out your place, yuh
Wet up your whole block I let that .30 hit your face, yuh

Now you raining blood
Hoe I'll stomp you in the mud
This that Bring The Noise 2017
Hoe what?!

Dodging bullets, better duck
Pull up on you, like wassup?
Hating on me, but for what?
Hoe I got it out the mud

All this cash on me, and it's weighing down my down my pants, hoe
I ain't talking thrash, when I say I got them bands, hoe
Bullets flying everywhere, my weapons make you dance, hoe
I'm surpassing all these rappers, but that's just the plan, hoe

You and your crew better dip, when y'all hear all these choppas drumming
Holding AK-47's like guitars, but I ain't strumming