MATHIAS TYNER aye, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, woah

Guns drawn, neck slit, bitch
I got a deathwish body bags get zipped
They testin' 'fore I stretch shit
My pockets progressive
Your pockets depressive
Pull up with that stick, sorry I got wishlist
Glock, nine
Don't need no strap, we could fistfight
Body on the curb, make him flatline
Bitch I'm insane, I don't act nice
Red dot, designate location, no conversation
Raging, stay shit main bitch
She like to face dick until she braindead
Faceplant, I leave his face split
Up on the pavement