[Verse 1: QONRAN]
Walking out the corner store
Hunnid bands in my pocket
Guala pouring out my wallet
Getting more I gotta have it
Stacking money not a problem
Increase income is my habit
Dollars flowing steady packing
Exponential never ending
Imma make these shots pop off at a stranger on my block
This AK make their body drop
7.62 lead in their head
How many bodies qonran caught?
Too many to fucking count 'cause I do homicides a lot
Bounty hunt for right amount
Got a ticket on ya head a game for me some easy pay
Bitches always hit me up while you need to pay to get laid
"666" is tatted on my cock
Dick hoe down thеn send to hell
Poison making thesе bodies drop
Who did it? The cops cannot tell

[Verse 2: BAKER YA MAKER]
Creeper with a speaker boom box walk the graveyard
Moonlight shining bright now I think it’s time to start
Séance with the switch blade blood on my pants stained
From the victim that I saw walking alone along the way
Drops on the crops keep some bud in my socks
Let the ritual commence as the spirits form and watch
Let my eyes roll back as the smoke creeps in
Think I've channeled something evil and I'm bout to let it in
Loner on a mission time to kill x3
Should I give into these thoughts will it finally break my will
Fuck it, I ain’t got a thing to my name
Except a broken past and some damage to the brain I've gone insane
No where for me to go I've lost everything plus my mind and my soul
No wink of some sleep this the end time to meet
Just a victim to the greater the creator I shall be