[Verse 1: BLVKK]
[Verse 2: Eddie Murxx]
Me, I spit that venom flow
Make a n***a back up and hit the floor
Claiming that your crew gang bang but I don't see no handles tho
Best be well equipped if y'all coming up against us
This ain't a game man naw this ain't no joke
When I'm grabbing this mic, man I'm slitting your throats (Oh!)
Chilling hard in the middle of the summer
Y'all at the beach man, what a bummer
I'm on a boat with a bunch of hoes
And all my boys straight pouring fours
Living a great life with the ones that surround me
Thankful for the things that I got but I'm still hustling
Maybe one day y'all will get it but till then man, just forget it
Riding around town with a b**h and she pretty
I'll probably take her home and have her show me titties
I'm probably getting dome while I'm smoking, getting trippy
With my n***as in another room, working on a banger
I seen a lot of crews tryna do it like us
But ain't no replicating all the bars I'm fabricating
All you n***as suffocating tryna catch up to our syllables
Better reconsider 'less you tryna get found breathless, hoe