[Intro]
Yo, yo, uh
I don't know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
I want answers, n***a—Glock in your mouth, n***a, what?
Dump Gawd!

[Verse 1]
Its the fifth popper
The worlds best shit talker
Day walker
Stickin' n***as liker Peter Parker
I used to stash revolvers in my locker
Vernacular so proper
Spectacular, the doctor
Ron Harper with stats
Bitch, I rap like I'm dumpin' the MAC, facts
While brainstormin' luxury tax scratch
It's hard to relax, gats
Ain't no fuckin' rhymes in this backpack
I'll have you take a permanent nap-sack—get blacked, Jack
Fuck these n***as and they jail stories
Them lil' tales bore me
I'm 'bout to buy a crib that's four stories
So fuck them fake-ass war stories
'Cause truthfully, we seen shit more gory
Protect-ya-neck shit, hop out the Lexus
How you like me with these diamonds on my neck, bitch?
Wet you like Texas—tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tzaa!
Guess I found a new way to send a message, I'm restless
That carbon 15, I'm tryna see what that do
If it ain't Kungg Fuu or Heem, I'm liable to whack you
Mach, that's my n***a, other than that, fuck you rap dudes
Divino in the back with the still like a statue
Achoo! N***as get blessed
I'll let a slug dig in your chest
Let your bitch fuck my dick with her breasts
I got the iron so shit can get pressed
Put a fuckin' bullet in that Mitchell & Ness, n***a
I'm unsatisfied till your whole faction dies
I'm the rappin' Oz—one spell capture eyes
Apple pie—never go nowhere without the Macintosh
I'm clappin' n***as—fuck I look like doin' grapple ties?
[Outro]
Dump Gawd