[Chorus]
Put on your mask, load up your clip and come ride with a killer
Fucking round with sticks, Stepping on bricks Tryna take care my n***as
Your Patna died you ain’t do nothing but cry and comment on like all my pictures
Thinking that that l n***a
Swing the drake take off your face and kill everybody standing with ya
They put shit in my head when I was young so I believe
I hold up my chain just like a trophy blood all on my sleeve
We’ll never be the same, yo n***a lame I got what you need
The hoe that you call queen feel like a slut when she come fuck with me
[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
Gotta know that you official before I rap about some killings on a song with you
Remеmber I accidentally hit the wrong n***a
Cups been dis lawyеr I had to put it on my own n***as
I got a natural mean mug people always think something wrong with me
You better have your blicky when you hop up in the car with me
You get into it with the squad, then it ain’t no point in calling me
Momma said them n***as ain’t no good for you obviously
I did from the heart kept no receipts, and they kept all receipts
Soon as them n***as cut in line, I swear I ain’t letting it slide
Hit the op on site we not waiting for a better time
Ap Crushed ice so many diamonds I can’t tell the time
They keep going up on the price so I just told his ass Nevermind
Yea I den done some shit that I can’t say in a song
Serving n***as dummy bricks by the time he realize I’m gone
Don’t need no heaters in the winters I keep monclers on
I thinking bout turning the city to a no fly zone
Everyday I was selling jugs I get like 3 bags gone
I just took my chains off and put my ski mask on
I told lil bro you want some rank then you gon have to Wack a man
Dawg if you ain’t got no bodies then you can’t put nobody in
When my young n***as come stomp some for you that’s gon cost you 10
We set up a lick for a 80 bands and robbed the camera man
We had ran and like they followed us we hop out got the spin
I don’t really care bout who it is
Flipped the car and switch the gears
She act childish so I sent a text like come and eat my kids
I be wildin trying not think about it won’t see Bro again
Climb all the way to the top of the mountain jus to see your face again
Got some models fuck for a couple dollars
All they need is xans
Got a text say he want smoke with me we load up every blick
I be mad spinning again and again tryna get me some revenge
Put on a mask roll them n***as up soon as they was dead
Tryna be street your Patna fucked up your whole life and you went fed

Put on your mask, load up your clip and come ride with a killer
Fucking round with sticks, Stepping on bricks Tryna take care my n***as
Your Patna died you ain’t do nothing but cry and comment on like all my pictures
Thinking that that l n***a
Swing the drake take off your face and kill everybody standing with ya
They put shit in my head when I was young so I believe
I hold up my chain just like a trophy blood all on my sleeve
We’ll never be the same, yo n***a lame I got what you need
The hoe that you call queen feel like a slut when she come fuck with me