[Verse]

Ayy, i'm with the pack like we the lab rats, you know that i can fact that, they beefin' on the insta chats but how is they in combat?

You know your heart is see through, my hitta' put a hole or two

You got to runnin' when that beam blew, apply pressure like shampoo

You wanted the beef but you duckin' like donald

Niggas coming for me but they just wanna holla'

Bitch i'm coming for you and its gon' be colossal

Bust his cranium then bury him like a fossil

Ayy Ayy

Hit you in ya' stomach you feelings

100 bands i ain't doing no stealing

Bitch i'm off my ass why you too busy dealing

Niggas ballin' they higher than the fucking ceiling

We dressed in black with drac's and tac's i hit with the 40 thats how i attack

I'ma keep it a rack i do shit with the guns

But a nigga can still find a way to get smacked

And i'm clutching the blicky only for my mama

Bitch i'm going in and niggas want all the drama

Why niggas been a goat and you just a llama

I ain't never been broke all i see is comma's

Bitch i make niggas cry you can call me a onion

Hop on the set i ain't doing no running

Niggas talk all that shit but they all way in London

Got these bands in my lap ain't no need to be thugging

I'm cold with this shit like my first name was ice

Bitch i don't take long but i do it precise

And i do it alone i don't need no advise

Now we search through ya' house just like we some mice

He said he the hardest but turned to a gummy

They call him real i call him a flunky

I'm here for the love they here for the money

If my shooters don't kill him then he getting lucky

Ayy who want the smoke cause you know i'm selling it

If you asking for beef i'ma come where you dwelling at

Hoe watch ya' tone who the fuck is you yelling at

Don't come round with guns nigga we repelling that

We hold up sisters and brothers don't give a fuck bout' the others

My niggas really some hunters don't hide cause we put you under

And bitch i'm hotter than thunder niggas call me a conductor

Shorty you really a runner niggas throw him in the gutter (Yeah Yeah)

He think he gon' run i don't think so, i'm big homie bitch i'm head huncho

Back to the basic's quando rondo

One phone call my niggas on go

(Ayy Ayy)

Shots rain on the opp's house like a spillage

Pussy nigga playing tryna' fuck up my image

Hole in his head like its motherfuckin' drillage

We tote drac's why you niggas tote vintage

Niggas turned fake so my window's tinted

Get a nigga lost now his T-Shirt printed

Aimbot nigga they call me gifted

Two shots in his heart now his bitch ass winded

Got paid some cash you know i spent it, i'm leaving niggas winded

This shit i'm finna' end it no wonder why i'm winning