[Intro]

(Okay, Daniel)

[Chorus: Datrix & Adonis]

Aye

S-Step on these niggas, don’t run, I’ma catch you

Whip out the Mac, if I see, I’ma blast two

You had a head-start, how did I pass you (Gang)

Don’t lose your life over bein’ so extra

You niggas play Chess, while I’m playin’ Checkers (Yeah)

We spit that fire, bring you to the nether

Fuck up your members, the killing aesthetic (Let’s go)

(Adonis, bro, stop playin’ bitch)

Where you been, nigga? I’m pushin’ these P’s

Movin’ these P’s and these pints, when I step in the scene, got these fuck niggas nervous

(You wanna be gang, you need you a body)

T-T-The way that I’m livin’, I’m not goin’ to heaven

Niggas be sinnin’, I got more than seven

Count up these bullets, I count more than eleven

[Verse 1: Datrix]

(One and two and three and four)

Too real for these niggas, they don’t understand

I make me a bag but I first had a plan

Dead like your Stan

Niggas on dick, when I run up this chop’, niggas turn to your fan (Yeah)

I send these threats like a bomb, if you wanted to go straight to a war, we can head to Iran

B-Bitches on dick, they be on my body

Morty and Rick, whip up the Molly

I see these fuck niggas bitchin’, I told them to stop it and pick up a weapon

(Stealin’ yo’ girl, she look like a dolly)

Run up the stick, watch these niggas get nervous (Woah)

Bully the opps, I’m the biggest disservice (On God)

E-E-Empty the clip, we gon’ cause a disturbance (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: Adonis]

Like why the fuck these niggas actin’ real nervous?

Nigga be walkin’, like where is your permit?

Pockets be green, they be lookin’ like Kermit

Spendin’ my bag and I made it right back

Lovin’ the way that the Glock hit ‘em up

Nigga start runnin’, I’m callin’ and goin’

Walk down with shots, he get hit in the guts

Get put on the news, nigga, that’s tough (On God)

Seein’ your candles, I’m blowin’ them out (Damn)

Just like my nigga said, choppa go pew

Nigga be stupid, I swear that he dumb

Feed him this perc’ then I had him his gun

Pop out the cut and he do it for fun (Pop, pop, pop)

Smoke with that stick, we gon’ get us a dub

Money be stackin’, I don’t want do ones

Only want hundreds, you trappin’ for none

[Verse 3: Datrix]

We killin’, we killin’, we really dope dealin’

The Patek gon’ come, it gon’ shine through the ceilin’

We make a few mill’ then hit up the store

Got FNs and chops, but I really want more

Like damn

Nigga be whippin’ it up, ravioli

King of this shit, no one really gon’ hold me

[Outro: Datrix]

King of this shit, nobody real gon’ hold me

Fuck nigga play, we gon’ aim at his homie