[Verse 1: Ak3k]

When I break a bitch, I never leave the evidence

Shitting on you rappers, I don't see nobody better than the gang be coming up

I kill them all for just for adrenaline

Kicking in your door, I do not wait for you to lemme in, yeah

Keep that .45 tucked by my gut

Oh fuck, I'ma come and dust a mothafucka up

I ain't talkin' just to talk because that shit ain't adding up

Right now I feel like giving up, but do I really give a fuck? Yeah

I'ma soldier, keep my head low

Grinding 'til I make it and I put that on my dead folks

Surrender control of all the things that I can't let go

Feeling like the devil, I don't see a fucking halo, yeah

I pull with the fucking choppa, lеt it bust

Getting everything I want, got mе feeling like the one

If he really wanna problem, I'ma smoke him like a blunt

Heard he talking out of pocket so I got to mitt them up, yeah

Gimme all the racks, get back or get your skull cracked

Taking what I want, you fucked up, I'm next up

Hellhound Milita, piped up, so guess what

Kill a mothafucka, dump the body in the aquaduct

Pussy talking all this shit but he won't ever back it up

Fucking on ya shawty and I told her ass to back it up

Saying you a goofy when we naked then we laugh it up

Dropping off the bodies 'cause she love to see me rack 'em up

[Verse 2: do not resurrect]

Red beam, lead piece, hold up boy, don't test me

Holographic gleam on the sight, what a blessing

I be like a thief in the night while you resting

I remove the peace from your life, now you stressing

Glockboi, don't make me put the beam on it

Hopping out the Scatty Pack, ain't nothing but a thing homie

I keep circle very small, ain't nothin' less my team on it

Chopper seem to chop them up, I let that fucker ring, woadie

I could keep it old school, hold up I'ma cock back

Thought a nigga told you, roll up and I cop that

I be sipping soju, pour it, I'ma toss back

I'ma keep it loaded in my holy water bloodbath

All my niggas rolling, got them smoking on a op pack

I be like a soldier when I'm loading up for combat

I need mental closure, I'm still open on the contract

I got flow pneumonia, I be cold, it ain't no contest

What a nigga want, huh? Bullet through his spleen, ho

Watch a nigga dump once, he can't hit a thing though

All she want is tough love, I can't feel a thing, ho

I might cut him up and leave him rotting on the bottom of the sea floor