[Intro]
Huh, huh
Ooh, they make some fire ass beats
I’m talkin’ ‘bout (20Rocket on this bitch so it's gon' knock)
I‘m talkin’ ‘bout
I got my stick

[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my shit (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t got no time for reload, gotta 30 in mine
Gotta catch a n***a, gotta zero, gotta squeeze ‘em one time
Yeah, I know y’all n***as, y’all been hoes, but y’all talk a lot
So I gotta pull up on a opp and let this shit spark a lot
I see y’all wanna talk to it, that internet
I can’t show no none of y’all n***as, no type of respect
You know I’m built for this shit, you know I’m a vet
You know I’m king with this shit, you know I’m a threat
You know I’m bombin’ shit and I am not Saddam Hussein
You know I’m Big Slimeball and Nudy is the name
You know I started cutthroat, PDE the gang
None of my n***as ain’t change, what the fuck you think
Free Nario, a real killer in the chain gang
15 oh for my young n***as, still gang bang
Shoot up shit, what the fuck do them people think
Stick a n***a, duck tape, yeah, for that money mane
[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my shit (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Raise up the murder rate, say the word ?
Spend all the money, dog, put him on the curb
I ain’t even gon’ lie ‘bout this, I make them n***a fall, dog
Like twin tower, on they block nothin’ but flowers
I am not a coward, my gold gang sour
We pull up on them, ooh, wicked, wicked, it stay with it
Know I got the stick and this stick on them, sticky-icky
Sticky-icky
30 in my glizzy, I got shooters, it just ready
And you know they done with that shit, send that boy to heaven
All this God damn money on me, man, it is a blessin’
Man, I sit back thinkin’ ‘bout the times when I was stressin’
Man, I been turnt up on these haters, they see I’m flexin’
Look at all these diamonds in my motherfuckin’ necklace
Protect me, yeah, the Glock Smith and Wesson
Shoot a n***a up, so fast, nothin’ less than
I’ma keep it real, 10 toes, I be on my 10, dog
I don’t ever switch on none of my homies, no friends, dog
Everything ’round me, loyal
Everything ‘round me came up out the soil, soil
[Chorus]
I walk with it, look like Michael Myers (Yeah)
I’m late night in it, vampire (Yeah, Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Ooh)
I'm stalkin' for a opp, on sight ‘em (Wham)
I toe tag, gang bangin’, red flag on my stick (Ooh)
I’m from the east side, man, you know I’m on my shit (I’m on it)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Okay)
Might GEC him, shoot him first, he wasn’t on his shit (Yeah)