[Verse 1: ERIC NORTH]
Run up in your spot, that's a thirty all on my hip, shit
On my school shooter, antagonist, never did shit
Got the block hotter than cooking it on a grill
Everybody hate a n***a who telling it how he feel, ayy
I just bought a new knife, come see how it feel
Stainless steel leave your head cracked open without a pill
Watch your head peel back, no, the skull don't crack
I stopped fucking with n***as because they all gon' lack
Catch me dashing on the wheels with a shorty who wanna kill
All my bitches in the back and they countin' up all the bills
Don't complain no more, I know your thang ain't sore
They be countin' this money until they brain get torched
Any n***a wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four-five blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore
I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard-headed n***as, galore, ayy

[Interlude: ERIC NORTH]
That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy
That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy
That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy
That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy

[Chorus: ERIC NORTH]
Any n***a wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named "Lil Whore"
I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard-headed n***as, galore
Any n***a wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named "Lil Whore"
I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard-headed n***as, galore, ayy
[Verse 2: Ashton Black]
AR-15 lookin' pretty damn mean
That's thirty rounds, shots to your goddamn team
N***as wanna ball hard, they think I'm Kareem
N***as still running mouths, Glock with the beam
Hollow points really make a n***a start bussin'
Young loose cannon that I call Smith & Wesson
Fuck with DIVERSA and you finna learn a lesson
Bodies on bodies, catch a boy on TV
Young wild n***as with the triggers off safety
Think I'm all talk then, my n***a, come see me
Beat a n***a face, eating punches like he greedy
Throwing money at the bitches like they are the needy

[Chorus: ERIC NORTH]
Any n***a wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named "Lil Whore"
I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard-headed n***as, galore
Any n***a wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named "Lil Whore"
I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard-headed n***as, galore, ayy