[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse
The Walking Dead I'm so so scared
And I don't know how to get up out this b**h
As I creep these ghetto streets looking for a feast
Some may bleed cause my eyes are red
Hail Mary me
Look up at the sky
n***a it's do or diz-ie
I did not make up the rules
I don't wanna lose my cool, don't be playin' when sh** hits the fan
Better drop it off and then strip me on demand
This be that gangsta music, that make the b**hes lose it
But it's all good cause I grew up on that hood sh**
Started out at 14 when I joined the Triple Six
b**hes be hating cause' we be so paid and it's
Hard not to k** all you p**y hoes hatin' the hollerin' be hardly the
One not do it not claim I'll k** you but it's nothin' to it!
[Hook]
Just come off of dat paper b**h
Just come of dat paper b**h
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come of dat paper b**h
Just come of dat paper b**h
[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Club God back up in this b**h
On that Mysic Stylez sh**
RIP Lord Infamous
Enter this mind of this lunatic
Straight out the H
Where they chop
And they screw that sh** up
Vampin' with your s*ut
She told me that she gon' f** and go s**
We rape 'em out then kicked her out my truck
I'm gon' pick your b**h up
Thuggin' with my C3 n***as [?]
Chillin' in VIP and let that b**h hit the weed, then she get off her man
Northside n***a, roll with that trigger
Of safety looking for jackers
If you a bad b**h then you wanna rape me
If you a broke n***a then you hate me
n***as they wanna T the R the why thinking I'm [?]
The essence why Imma catch these n***as slippin'
The AR lift 'em up of their feet, they defeat
C3E run the streets
b**h don't move or you get your a** beat with the heat
[Hook]