[Hook]
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game

[Verse 1]
In my mind I was painting a picture
About how my 4-4 gone hit ya
Bout how your boys could get with with me
Now you all limped over for the world to see
Fast as lightning with my trigger finger
And there's no way they'd catch me in the linger
Though you dead, the best you can
I'm a pro and I fucked your plan
When I was hiding I was hiding too
We were playing tag tag, but I won, fool
In an open field, red rum
And walked off as your body got numb
You ain't see me hiding low with that lazer beam
Daddy hit you before your bitch ass scream
And that's how it went off
One stain from the chrome

[Hook]
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I heard ya'll admit you wanted to be frontin'
But I won in this game of hunting
Bet your life, I did, I was thuggin' [?]
[?] to brag about my goods
Yeah motherfucker you protected the wrong way
Now you got your life cut [?]
One shot to the chest from 4-4
Got you kicking your leg and moving slow
It was kinda like paintball
Cept when you got hit, you ain't go back to base, you got stalled
And there ain't a second game
Your ass is dead, mane
I was left the winner
Cause I was advanced and you was just a beginner
One shot did the lick
Now I'm laying back, reminisicing on the hit

[Hook]
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game
This is for all of the bitch-made
Boys who think this shit is a game