Bitch stop all that cappin like you thirsty,
Knowing you ain’t merk shit,
Round here claiming bodies and you know that ain’t your worth bitch,
We deliver caskets to pastors in the churches,
We stop shootin with that Glock 19,
Every shot is jerk shit,
Know how I gun a n*gga down,
Shooting off the hip,
This stupid Glock is too big to conceal,
I fu*k all yall shooters,
And everybody kill shit,
Bitch it ain’t enough n*ggas dead,
That’s just real shit,

Listen up,
You almost out of time,
Bitch we kill,
And we don’t die,

Dead man,
Dead man,
If you play with us,

You got bands on ya head,
I just got them out the bank n*gga
Shawty knock ya brains out,
Now he know what you think,
Ooo shit,
He was rich,
Now he’s just a dead stain n*gga,
Brrrr Brrr,
That’s for them gang members