Blaow!
Hitting that ink, I drank
Crucifix
Tied
To a noose
Finna watch you hang
Body count
Play a tape
Devilish
World pain
Yeah, I knew you hate that sound
Bitch
Bull
Sh-izz-it ends
Got a place
For your ditch
Body still
Freaky hits
In my thoughts, I dig one up
Then I make a n***a dig a plot
Made his soul rush
Body slow
On the fucking blunts
Still gotta tweak
Be a conscious
Bloody afro, blunt shit
Bullshit, my shells hit
Selling me
And that bullshit that I hear
Never ever end with me
Straight from the World Peace
(Verse 3: Freddie Dredd)

All around the world
Bitches dead, I make them hurl
Chillin' with my fucking girl
Double team, that rob a pearl
Off her neck, slit, dip
Don't stop, I'ma get the guap'
Freddie never gonna flop
Creeping up and killing cops
Tool strapped up
Get some buck, till I'm stuck
Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today?
I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man
You's a pussy, fam
Fuck you think, you boujee man?
Popping out ya mama's van
I got two whole toolies
Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it
I'm the one that fucking grew it
You the one that fucking blew it
I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch
Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown
Hold the phone, now you get it all alone
Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone?
Try to run up, you better get your gun up
Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me