[Verse 1]
Comin' in spitting motherf**in' heat
Shoot you and your whole trap 30 shots from my machine
Shells all over the floor like we're f**in' under sea
f** with me and risk your life strap to the side of me
True religions on my legs with supreme on my head
If you try to mess with me all you motherf**ers dead
AK-47 best thing since sliced bread
I don't give a damn or a f** about the f**ing feds
Rolling up them swishers like a motherf**er
Smoke one up then smoke an opp then I f** your b**h with no rubber
f** your opinion f** all of your disses
Ice all on my wrist you f**bois all dyin'
Bape on my adidas you ain't' even have no converse
Trap god in the kitchen whippin' up white f**in' dry bricks
Stay strapped at all times if the clientele gone try sh**
He said he got five bands better not be lyin'