Intro:
LET'S GO

Hook:
I was like Im dreamin', now bringin' it to the real, I say
They thought I was kiddin', pretend to be like Im ain't no fake
Coordinate them skinnies with pinky, then call me Killa Cam
Got no love for bitches, them bitch ass, now they be gettin' break
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin'
Break (break), break (break), break (break), break (break)
Break (break), break (break), break (break), break (break)

Verse:
Turn it up (Ha) , nope with that
Hold it up, no prob without
Open up, open map STOP
Fuck is you talkin'
Im thuggin' 'n buggin'
How many RATS, FAKE
Lovin' them PAIN, FACE
Makin' them BRAKE BRAIN
Diggin' them GRAVE, DAMN
They locked up inna my GAME
Can not be touched, i got BLINK
Sippin' PROTEIN
More hate - i feel like in GYM
Makin' right move
Bitch, i be gettin' right SPIN
Put VVS on my SHIT
Rarity when I rap like teen
Certainly they like cavities
Not supposed to be, STOP
Pray for me - way too deep
Have to dip, track for that carefully
So, better me
Go rap, no flex, bet you rapper better me
Let it be, go ahead and see
Bridge:
Huh, huh
LET'S GO

Hook:
I was like Im dreamin', now bringin' it to the real, I say
They thought I was kiddin', pretend to be like Im ain't no fake
Coordinate them skinnies with pinky, then call me Killa Cam
Got no love for bitches, them bitch ass, now they be gettin' break
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin' BREAK
They gettin' BREAK, they gettin'
Break (break), break (break), break (break), break (break)
Break (break), break (break), break (break), break (break)

Verse 2:
Don't give a damn, im gon' kill 'em again
And ima not yo friend, so I takin' yo bitch
Always no cap, I don't look on the back
I don't care what u think, I don't care what u feel
Goin' on straight, why yo flexes are fake?
I be wakin' and bake and I follow my dream
Feelin' no pain, I be killin' all day
Im that bastard and flame that I wanna be
Give me two or three mins
Free yo soul in, on mid, shadow fiend
On me bright colors, bright palace
Only straight bottoms, white T
Izhevsk on the scene, I can't count eyes on me
I don't think about my past, cuz there's past that I don't see
BITCH, FUCK U SEE, OBVIOUSLY, EASY TO NOTICE ME
CITY CANNOT SLEEP IF ITS WE, CALL EMERGENCY