[Intro]

(I got Hitman on the beat)

(AKel)

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]

I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back

Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that

How the fuck you say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack?

Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that? (Pussy bitch)

Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road

You down to roll? I'm down to roll

He dyin' slow, murder she wrote

Open up the door, chase a nigga down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow (Come here)

Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat (Damn)

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]

My destination to a dead end (A dead end)

With a rusty ass stick, I swear this bitch got dead skin (Got dead skin)

Bitch, we catchin' kills, we in that field just like a Redskin

Glock 19 without the beam, I got this bitch from Tae again

He miss his nigga, we gon’ split him, bitch, leave him with your dead friend

Got a problem, we gon' solve 'em, pussy nigga, say it then

Catch a flight, my luck is right, I had to slip the meds in

High as a kite, like all night, like I don't know where my legs been (Hahahaha)

Nigga talk to much, I hate that

Nigga tellin' and I hate rats (Man, I hate rats)

You know that we don't play that, nigga, fuck that, where my Drac' at? (Where my Drac' at?)

You want pressure? Nigga, say that, we gon' find out where you lay at

Find a church you can go pray at, or inside where that shit safe at

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan & 23KayB]

I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back (A fuckin' brain back)

Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that (And it ain't that)

How the fuck they say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack? (With the same pack)

Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that? (You ain't gon' slang that)

Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road

You down to roll? I'm down to roll

He dyin' slow, murder she wrote

Open up the door, chase a nigga down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow (Mmm)

Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat (Come here)

[Verse 2: 23KayB]

We load the tool and let it blow

Let's spin-a-ben and up the score

Don't got his rod, we slit his throat

We in and out, we gotta go

Learn the procedure, when this heater at your head, you finna go

Empty this clip, we fill some more, they must've thought I was a lil' hoe

Gang spinnin' blocks, we still gon' catch a fuckin' head, I ain't gotta pop a pill

[?], he accurate with the shot, we call him Buddy Hield

[?] make him dance, I bet this motherfuckin' blicky will

Catch him and ol' boy lackin', drop the bag now that's a double kill

He shoot two Drac's at a time, my dawg slang iron, that bitch got double skills

They hop out with that iron, that's a homicide, now how that cutter feel?

That fire gon' leave him blind, gon' get him whacked, ain't gotta touch a [?]

He killed my fuckin' brother, how you think I'ma make his brother feel?

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan & 23KayB]

I can always get my chain back, you can't get a fuckin' brain back (Mmm)

Stop actin' like it's pressure, we'll address it and it ain't that

How the fuck they say you trappin', you still out there with the same pack?

Why the fuck you got that ratchet if you know you ain't gon' slang that?

Let's up the score, load up them poles, let's hit the road

You down to roll? I'm down to roll

He dyin' slow, murder she wrote

Open up the door, chase a nigga down, look like he movin' a lil' too slow

Catch a overkill, look him in his eyes, and put the toolie to his throat

[Outro]

(I got Hitman on the beat)

(AKel)