[Verse 1: Vizzi]
V-Raw, check my whole kick game
Vans on when you see out courtside at a Knicks game
Slice gang, coming at your neck like switchblade
Legends on the rise, your demise will be your mistake
YL, young n***as coming if you're fugay
To your toupee, banging on your neck while we're in 2K
So calm down, you f**ed up, you better hope you luck up
Never need a yes man but all these b**hes s** up
Young boy, never in no drama
My hits go a couple commas, your d**h or dishonor
Young Stacks co-signer, loving my sh** designer
Jason Voorhees, I'm cutting your a** for nothing
Short-tempered, flame spitter, all ether
Smoking gun, RIP, meet the reaper
6 feet deep, that's where your future lies inside
The pyramid of lost souls, the all seeing eye
[Hook]
Dope, all my sh** dope
All my sh** dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm k**in Em Off
All my sh** dope, all my sh** dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm k**in Em Off
[Verse 2: Heat]
Uhmmm, uhmmm,, rum in the shrine
Pun in his prime,, I runs in with time
I'm, uhmm, something on other (?)
Never snuff, snuff ya' b**h, booty cuff, cuff a (?)
What's the wage? I'm on a different page
Plain folding, different grade, grain, raw, a different age
Not intended for any sales to minors
You're looking too frail to sign a plus
The (?) hot, I forgot to remind ya'
It's looking to bleak to line up
Look, shoot, you lose
Nah n***a, I'll shoot, you snooze, you'll lose your life
Two rights don't make a wrong
But you'll lose your whole face when it's gone, that's a stake of knife
I'm hot, they not, they cop, or they rot
They rot!!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Vizzi]