Aye, I'm doing this rap shit for real

Fuck wit your bitch and I'm taking a pill

Molly and xaxn's what is the deal

I'm looking for a thrill

Adrenaline rush just hit my bloodstream

Green laser beam

Pointed at your forehead and now you is fucking dead

When I fucking shot my Glock

At your mother fucking spot on the other fucking block

You is dead on the spot, yuh, and you ain't coming back

Body six feet deep where I fucking creep with my .38

Aye, made you go to sleep cuz I had to reap your soul up

Ah shit, hol up, gotta pack my bowl up smoking all this green

Smoking all the packs

I got all these mother fucking rackz

Aye, sipping on my piss it's so potent it could make you fucking die

So much lean in my piss it could make you fucking cry

Aye, why you fucking rye bread

When there's white and there's wheat

Fuck with your bitch and shes sucking on my meat

Forreal this time you think I'm lacking always stabbing my back

You think it's gon do something forreal this time

Never slipping never slacking always going right here pistol packing

On the block big shit big Glock shot my mother fucking Blicky

On the big spot, got a red dot pointed at your forehead

Green beam shit is so mother fucking clean oh shit

And there's lean in my piss fucking codine with a mother fucking miss

, Yuh, mother fucking miss when I pull up with that shit

Then I shoot you with the Blick, Bl!CKY$