[Verse 1: blare]

My chopper got a fetish for murder

It get to bussin’, blood get spilled

Huh, you said that you was gonna murk me

Look at you now, that aged like milk

You talked out your ass, was it worth it?

When that .23 hit, tell me how that felt

Blow his ass up, like a turban, huh

Stitch his ass up, like a quilt, huh

He spilling out blood, then I wipe up the floor

She loves how I feel so she begging for more

I can't stand it, ugh

I need this .223 for my advantage

Turn off the cameras, ugh

Came in with M16s and we cause damage

Came in with hammers, ugh

Came in lighting this bitch up like a lil’ lantern

Came in with blue and the pink pills

Came in with dirty ass Fanta, huh (Oh my God)

Therе's blood on the walls, I can't even talk

I had to havе the lil' chop in my sock

I got more money for selling straight rock

I dance to murder, don’t listen to pop

Young Machiavelli, they want him to speak

Fuck, I just spilled blood on my seats

Wrapped up his body, leave him in a sheet

I fucked his hoe eight days of the week

I need a hoe with a fat ass

So when she throws that back I throw more cash

She giving head in the whip

She throwing that neck back

She getting whiplash

There's 3.5 in the spliff

I turned that bitch all to ash, I need more gas

I need a ho that's gonna reload my clip

And shoot a bitch, no questions asked

[Verse 2: conren]

Go, lil’ bitch, you ain’t 'bout that shit

Yeah we already know, huh

You keep on talking about your bitch, but I don't know her

Yeah we so high, we high, we off that dro', ugh

Lil’ bitch throw it back, you already know

I don't want that bitch, but now I want her after seen her twerk

My lil' bitch, she bad, pointing lasers everytime we murk

All I think about is bitches and murder

Told my mama I don't wanna hurt her

If you hate me, that's your loss

Just me and my brother, we sippin’ that syrup

I just poured lean in my cup

Me and my bitches, we don't give a fuck

Me and my bitches be toting them guns

I'm smoking that kush it's all in my lungs

That bitch evil

And I tote two G19's, that shit is lethal

A red dot to your head, that's what you need, oh

If you go and cause more problems I'm gonna leave you

Bitch, I don't need you

And I earn so damn much I think I'm him

We light up, let it burn, let the gas fill up the air

My bitch think I'm concerned, but I didn't even care

No, I didn't even care, I got shooters everywhere, huh