[Verse- TrapMadeJason]
Uh, uh, uh uh
Hop out the car, run that boy down, we put a hole in his head
Uh, 50 round drum under my Glock, I put it on his head
I been huntin' my opps and searching for drops, but I know that these n***as scared
I just jumped out and "ftt", "ftt", "ftt", "ftt" and them n***as fled
I just jump out and "ftt", "ftt", "ftt", yea I put them rounds on yo' head
If he try to run, we run that boy down, yea we leavin' n***as for dead
If he try to run, we run that boy down, put rounds in the back of his head
Uh, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, n***a I'm too full of these meds
Yeah, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, I'm sending n***as to heaven
Uh, I put a box on the back of this Glock, I'm totin' exotic weapons
Box on this Glock, make it shoot fast, I fell in love with my weapon
I put racks on your hеad, I just go to the safe and put it on top of your melon
That n***a know I'm in streets, so I don't show no mеrcy, I walk down and I slime to your momma
I'm in the 'Rango wit' Kan and we slidin' wit' dracs, I call 'em baby Osama

[Verse- Kankan]
I'm in the 'Rango wit' Trap, I know we runnin' up- "pshh"
We runnin' up racks
You know we ride with them macs, finna' go Maybach truck, I'm getting tired of the 'Cat
I had to run it up [?] n***a, pussy ass rap n***as wack
ReallyRich mafia shit, get a n***a knocked off, write that shit off on my taxes
Yea, fuck a case hoe, you ain't get locked, we in LA where the [?] get hot
Mods on the drac', make a n***a move out, soon as they pay n***a, know it's flyin' out
You know we got Russian sticks just like the Taliban
Just left the bank with the racks, I walk in Bottega, spend racks like a madman
No I ain't savin' no subject, you got me fucked n***a, no I ain't Batman
Told my new [?] he don't see blood? And he gonna' "ktt", leave him in a trashcan
Me and [?] slide Rolls Royce trucks, wit' V12's, they fast as shit
Me and Guapo countin' up racks, I'm tumbin' as fast as I can
Me and Guap, we coutin' up racks, he just passed me a rubber band
I'm in the trap wit' Islamic K's, dracos like Taliban
[Verse- Guapo]
Young n***a too paid, racks bust the rubber band, yeah
They know I'm lit, I'm turnt' than a bitch, young n***a hotter than oven mitts
I'm like sandman, keep a stick, he got hit, he hit the percy dance
When I walk in Sachs, I spend them racks, they say my government
Yeah, bad bitch bend her back then let my brothers hit
Send shots, they flippin' shit, we slidin' shit for racks, I'm tryna' get really rich
Kan geeked off these pills, count up these bills, call me Guap Belichick
Trap gon' work that steel, we slide for real, pull up and collect checks
Bitch, I'm in these streets, not I ain't forensics, [?] but I trap the best
.308's hit through his vest
N***as hate, that's why I flex
N***as hate, they know I'm next
Every time I pour up, I drink n***as' rent