I'm goin' ape shit
Up in yo party, Bacardi bottle, I face it
Not known to argue, bitch fuck around get yo face split
I'll pull yo spine out of yo back and beat you with it
When it's done, we'll see who livin'
The vic', I can fuckin' taste it
I'm boujee 'bout my guns, I won't tote nothin' except a Glock
Hollows rippin' through his thoughts for thinkin' we won't press a problem
The blade a switch, spring loaded, quick to chop
Raven blaze him like a blunt
No coolin' off, it's gettin' hot
Unky whippin' rocks, his wrist is legendary
My youngins quick to pop like a balloon, ain't never scary
Don't get hit up, the sole under my shoes'll fuck yo shit up
The youngins that think they can fuck with me, the ones I'm sick of
I don't know you or even want to
Get off my mothafuckin' dick
He gon' be out of a gun the day the youngin up a blick
Uppercuts hit like a sword and then the sword cut through his shit
When this album drop, I know I'm finna have these youngins pissed