[Verse: Novatore & Moecyrus]

Promoter shady, he owin' me and Moe eighty

Let's make a plan to go get him, ain't sittin' right, what this fucker pay me

It's disrespect, we collectin' back what is owed

Could get him tonight, heard he was throwin' another Twista show

Okay, yeah, let's do it, I heard that he was bogus

I'm tryin' to get this loot too, I'm in it for the bonus

Heard he got a bad rap so I don't feel the guilt

Would love to slit his throat when I make his head tilt

I see a vision, this fuck will soon to be wishin'

He wasn't missin' them duckets, been duckin' me for a fuckin' minute

Let's put our emotions to the side though

Lеt's keep it chillin' 'til we find the fuck, you know we gonna slidе though

I can't keep it chill, gotta pop a Xan

Got everything we need, we could stuff him in a van

Roll his body up, old school, mob style hit shit

Hypin' off adrenaline but it is worth the riskin'?

Nah, fuck that, you know we gotta get these funds back

We ain't the last or first, don't keep it chill 'cause son, we done that

This talk is over, let's get the whip and get goin'

Start blowin' down 55, now we wait it out for the gun clap

I see him from a distance, let's be sure to make this quick

Already peeped the scene and we're good, we're full equipped

Got the ski mask ready and the heater on my hip

I feel my heavy breathing in my heart, let's do this shit

We get to jumpin', both ready to dump, check it

I called his name out in anger but lookin' back it's his doppelganger

They said he dipped but he wasn't up in his crib

He was chillin' out at the Huck's up at Damen and 35th

That's the only train by Archer, in my old hood I'm with it

Pulled up on some sneak shit, no doubt we couldn't miss it

I know some graf crews that be down for the scout

Wait inside the car when he leaves, we'll air him out

Man it's funny how this fate works, upon arrival

We seen our rival was leavin' alone, he must be suicidal

The parking lot was dark, nobody else was parked

I hopped out, I'm ready to drop him, pulling my Glock out

Hit 'em, pop pop, on the lay, let's keep it movin' (Yeah!)

Checkin' all his pockets, all I got was keys and bullets

Holster 'round his ankle like he knew that there was shooters

Lookin' for his ass so he packed his Mini Ruger

[Outro: Moecyrus]

You're fuckin' done

He already knew