[Intro]
Yeah, Kyyngg sh**, ho, Kyyngg sh**, n***a
What the f**'s brackin'? Ya heard me?
Praise We, ho, ya dig?
Renzy, what the f** it do, n***a?
[Hook]
b**h, I feel like Rambo, my n***as on go [?]
You know we point them heaters at your nose, bruh
Uh oh, ain't no motherf**ing ho, yeah
K flow, we get the racks, them b**hes gon' cuff
Say, you ready b**h? Get worried
I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted
All of these lil b**hes paying attention
We running up racks every second and minute
[Verse 1]
I'm racing 'Raris and 'Raris
With bad b**hes in this b**h, looking like Carti
All of my lil n***as, they is retarded
You pull up, we pulling up with Glocks and forties
Thirty gon' pop him, f**ing right, we offed him
Dump him in the slum, we had to get lost him
All of my lil n***as living life awesome
We turn into bosses, lil b**h, get up off us
Just made a couple racks in the party
Me and all my brothers, we the army
I swear these f** n***as, they don't want it
Please, Blood, come and show me my opponent
[?] and repeat it
I'm a lil freaky n***a, I eat it
n***a tripping, I'ma motherf**ing eat him
Thirty popping like a [?] and delete him
We some motherf**ing creatures
In love with murder, no, you ain't gotta believe it
I'm f**ing out of here
We shining bright like this the [?], f** your chandelier
You would think I know magic the way he disappeared
[Hook]
b**h, I feel like Rambo, my n***as on go [?]
You know we point them heaters at your nose, bruh
Uh oh, ain't no motherf**ing ho, yeah
K flow, we get the racks, them b**hes gon' cuff
Say, you ready b**h? Get worried
I aim this glizzy at yo' fitted
All of these lil b**hes paying attention
We running up racks every second and minute
[Verse 2]
I smoke his p**y a** like a pack
I run up all the racks and give it back
You p**y lil n***as straight on your period
'Cause when we catch a Blood, watch how we gon' [?]
All my brothers [?] get you out of here
Creep through the woods just like a f**ing deer
These n***as envious, but I don't give a f**
Come dissing on the gang, your life is out of luck
Can't be serious, you gotta be kidding me, Blood
All these lil n***as be talking that bullsh**
But they don't want nothing with us
I'ma pull up with a pump, I'ma pull up with the MAC
Shoot that lil b**h in the head, shot his girlfriend in the back
Since she wan' ride with that n***a, I'ma leave that lil b**h wet
b**h, she love to gang bang, we so insane
Like the good fella, wet 'em, no umbrella
I feel like a f**ing devil, I'm made out of metal
You can't hurt the kid, these n***as don't bother me
I'ma end up dumping the acid
f** that lil b**h, gave her back quick
They say what they gon' do, but no, ain't sh** happen
My best friend has his MAC-10, pulling up, we leave it tragic