(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip)
Yeah, most wanted, nigga
I ain't the top opp but I'm the biggest stepper (JT on the track again)
You niggas wasn't talkin' to the big stepper 'til I brought the nigga up to the hood
Trust (fo' sho' that, you know that)
Most def'
And, I told you niggas I'm Z'd up 'til the feet up
Z'd up 'til I freeze up
'Til the world freeze over, nigga
And it's gettin' cold in this bitch
Got the poles in this bitch, uh-huh

On the road, we packed the Scat
Know we gon' need gas and blacks
Got Zoes in here, big poles in here
Get tatted with this clap
Hit a ho and pass it back
Your shooter just lost his hat
He Tweet on the computer, I'ma leave his top right in his lap
You can run, but I'm gon' catch
You can hide, you still gon' die, nigga
When them bullets fly, make mamas cry
No sympathy in my eyes
Nigga, what you see when you see me?
I'm a Z, that's who I be
I'm out my top, ain't got no mind
Nigga, I'm killin' these niggas for free
Got a yellow beer out of green cherry
Suck dick like Karen Stephan
And I'm at the top, I'm still steppin', get surgical with this weapon
Zoe flag on a machete, I'm cutthroat, nigga, you get beheaded
I done got my ex-bitch pregnant, I post a Bentley, did that already
I'm crack ya melon
Nigga, I'm a thirty-eight high
Yeah, pussy ho wan' rump, got to be treated for a opp, yeah
Mi nuh like yuh, kiss mi ras
Try throw subliminals at my top, yeah?
Don Dadda, blood fiya, got my sniper ready to rock, yeah

Better run (mm-hmm)
Go and get your gun (uh-huh)
Gotta have some fun (yeah)
'Til the day it's done (Cutthroat business)
Cutthroat Bill, kill that boy, kill that bitch
KTB, Kodak the boss, off top (mm-hmm)

Better run and get your gun
I tell 'em, "Go," they say it's done
I'm so cutthroat, put a dent in yo' head, oh, yeah, another one
We ain't missin' shit when them switches hit, nigga, what you runnin' for?
That yoppa poppin' out like Hubba Bubba, call it bubblegum
'Cause when I pop it you get chewed up, then I throw it out
Halloween, baby, turn yo' mama crib to a horror house
I went candy yams on the Lamb', but it ain't Thanksgiving
Smack a nigga down like Rob Van Dam, if a nigga play with me
Big shell catcher, .357, this a Trey Fifty
Bitch bend backwards so I can cram ya like your face missin'
Coupe go two-fifty, I'm so SG, I'm a Super Gremlin
Shooter too specific, hit his mama, make her lose a titty
Lil' shawty call me Jason, she been with me before the fame did me
I went fuckin' crazy, I was straight until the fame switch me
Yeah, run in his house and kill his family, make him wish that he was with 'em
When he hear the way we torture his lil' sister, that's gon' kill him

Better run (mm-hmm)
Go and get your gun (uh-huh)
Gotta have some fun (.38 Special 'cause I'm special with this .30)
'Til the day is done
.38 on me, bitch special
.38 special, bitch I'm special with this .30 (uh-huh)
Better run
Go and get your gun
Gotta have some fun
'Til the day it's done
Better run
Go and get your gun
Gotta have some fun
'Til the day it's done