Released on December 10, 2018

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[Verse]

Mask on, do a hit like it's Halloween

Left blood on the floor, it's a murder scene

Call me for the job 'cause I do it clean

Bitch, I get mean for the cream, this the money scene

We gon' chop a nigga up like Jason

I'm shooting like Liam and, bitch, this is Taken

Bitch, I don't need her, I sleep with these Franklins

And that's on Jesus, I keep blue faces

Aye, tell Larry Jayy this a hit

Put me in the mental house, I go dumb for the strips, on my mama

Nigga, you ain't really with that drama

We pull up and drop big bombs like Osama, who tripping?

I ain't doing no more disses

I sock niggas' grannies, y'all heard Twitter mentions, bitch

And they know I'm the shit

If a nigga face trial, bind out, plead the fifth

If a pimp nigga broke, I'ma blame it on his bitch

And I think I'm the shit, you can blame it on the strips

Crashed off a six but I blame it on the whip

If I shoot niggas down, I'm gon' blame it on the stick, over

If it's beef, I'm gon' hop in

We gon' pull up and chip, nigga drop pens

Tell that boy I ain't stalling, I'm not playing

Bitch got my name in her phone as "The Pipe Man", dummy

On the gang, now it's over with

See these rings on my hands? Bitch, they notice it

If you look on my 'Gram, see the coldest fits

And my name hold weight like a boulder, bitch

Aye, on the gang, they ain't ready

I gave bad dreams to his team like I'm Freddy

Fuck on yo bitch and [?] the telly

And, nigga, you a bum, ain't shit you could tell me, bitch

Can't no nigga touch me

I'm back from the dead in this bitch like I'm Chucky

Smoke on this dope, on the gang, and it's musty

The grimy gurber, bitch, don't trust me, over

Man, this finna be a massacre

We don't do chain [?] keep the [?]

If a nigga talk something, we gon' slap him up

Keep a pole, we don't do all that lacking stuff

Aye, right hand on the Bible

It's no competition, I smoked all the rivals

Bust on his homie, they check on his vitals

I laid the nigga down, he was dead on arrival, bitch

Fall off? It ain't likely

See these rings on my hands? Bitch, they icy

If he reach, I'ma turn into Spike Lee

The bitch know my name, on the gang, it's "Almighty", bitch

I'm the hottest in the town

All these LA niggas, they be tryna steal my sound

Ho, I'm the great, bitch, you better ask around

In yo state eating steak, I'm the king, get a crown, over

Niggas don't gotta like me

Prolly mad 'cause I fucked on his wifey

Got his bitch on this line and she like me

She saying I'm on fire and, "Yo life, it excite me", nigga