| Everybody with the action 'til you hear this shit go | 
| And a situation happened | 
| Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions | 
| Every bitch’ll get to scemin' every nigga get to blackin' (Ah) | 
| Jahill Beats holla at me | 
| You can rep it nigga, throw it up (Throw it up) | 
| Or get to steppin' 'fore these bullets catch you showin' out | 
| Threw 'em to the lion, nigga, fold 'em up | 
| Or get to throw in the fire, nigga, blow 'em up | 
| How could you ever imagine I’ll still get two | 
| And then flattin' shit after all of these years and make these niggas sick of | 
| My sniper, heat seeker, to find you out lackin' | 
| Friendly reminder, see be could, kind of get colder than the winter shiver | 
| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah) | 
| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack | 
| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em) | 
| Shawty you could throw yo' hand up, all on my nigga | 
| That’s standard, mami, turn yo' ass around and make him want it from ya' | 
| You know I only come to bat if everything’ll make the man of concoctin' another | 
| bomb, to come and drop it on ya' | 
| Bitch, I’m a different kind, I’m suggestin' that you stand on a different line | 
| (Different line) | 
| Richard Millie, I’m livin' in a different time | 
| The fuck you think? | 
| I’m only here to take what’s mine (Mine) | 
| Wave the banner on the drummer | 
| We always ready to pose on the camera for 'em (Flick it up) | 
| Say they love the way we be droppin' them bangers on 'em | 
| They here to fuck so we can cock them hammers on 'em | 
| Hold up, who’s you nigga? | 
| You know what I’ma do to you nigga? | 
| Let’s go | 
| Like Nas said, I’m 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm) | 
| He said «I think I’m 'bout to flatline her» | 
| We 'bout to flatline a nigga | 
| I’m 'bout to flatline her (Uh huh) | 
| We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em) | 
| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah) | 
| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack | 
| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em) | 
| Who’s you nigga? | 
| You know what I’ma do to you nigga? | 
| Let’s go (Ah) | 
| Now throw it up nigga, rep your hood | 
| You we always try to get it while the gettin’s good | 
| Bitch, you wouldn’t of said it, well I wish you would | 
| The energy is so kanetic, I know you wish you could | 
| We tryna tell 'em, relax | 
| We only be dealin' with facts and see I be makin' reactor niggas dead already | 
| (Kill him) | 
| See I could never really tame 'em but I be tryna change 'em | 
| Regardless I always claim 'em 'cause we blessed already (Huh) | 
| Yeay, Don Dodda, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac) | 
| I’ma kick ya inna da face like mi them a playin' socca | 
| I’ll take all of ya bread like bi mon bacraba (Call it) | 
| Now you see how we be movin' | 
| See I don’t know what your provin' | 
| Could give a fuck what your doin' nigga, put your hand up | 
| Fuck the type of drug your usin', you nigga always been losin' | 
| And the shit be so amusin', lyin' nigga stand up | 
| See how we launch another missile, nigga | 
| Shit could never more official, nigga | 
| Flatline them artificial niggas | 
| And brand them niggas all my initials, nigga | 
| Bitch, we 'bout to bend the corner (Bend it) | 
| Peel off in a 'Rari 'til we cross the boarder (Pyoom) | 
| I make shit happen 'til I need a water (Fire) | 
| Only two questions 'fore we make 'em follow orders | 
| Who’s you nigga? | 
| You know what I’ma do to you nigga? | 
| Let’s go | 
| Like Nas said, I’m 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm) | 
| Instead of thinkin' 'bout the flatline her" | 
| We 'bout to flatline a nigga | 
| I’m 'bout to flatline her (Uh huh) | 
| We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em) | 
| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah) | 
| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack | 
| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em) | 
| Who’s you nigga? | 
| You know what I’ma do to you nigga? | 
| Let’s go |