(Verse 1: DOWN6)

There ain't no more talkin, i kill it, like hit mans

I pull up with choppas, they stacked in the minivan

Flow is so hot, i dont need me a frying pan

Carefully scoping, they call me a business man

I been up, walking and drippin like beakers

Yo bitch hella round, she be lookin like peter

It's six on the beat, you gon need you a heater

I slip out kitty, like it was some vaseline

Son of a god, with the unique ability

Some never stop, i been killin since infancy

Murder the game and not giving my sympathy

So much with killing, they calling me tiffany

Ayе, you can never keep me tamеd

I got tracks and racks for fucking days

Im crunching rappers like it was some lays

You ain't ready for the motherfuckin wrath and rain

(Verse 2: Orion)

They say that i'm disrespectful bitch pull up fuck the computer

Ima rob a 90 year old make her live inside the sewer

Riding with my dogs but all the opps the ones that getting neutered

We gon run up turn his fucking body to a chicken skewer

Get into buisness i get into bitcoin

Pull up with choppas they makin a big noise

Bitches want beef just like it was a sirloin

Ar with the stock like the market the gmc

Ain't no decivin me, thievery, bitch im to picky

So there is no pleasing me

Literal visionary with the scenery

You get deflated if you want the beef with me

(Verse 3: *DOWN6* and Orion)

*turning everybody in a motherfuckin blood stain*

Air it out now hit em like it was some bug spray

*fully automatic, imma pull up on a sunday*

They tried to run away but i got em they were not safe

*like gotenks, imma hit em with a fusion*

Spin it one time leave the opp block clueless

*fly like a dove, hit the mic and imma abuse it*

Just like a mechanic hit em with a new tool bitch

Invest it and flip it the numbers the digits

I used to be dreaming ambitions were mythical

Wanted the status had to be a criminal

Now i be turning the coins into physical

Currency, fuck up a register dash and then

Split it deposit it nervously

I send the shots you can look at the curvature

Confident bars how i spit it assertively

(Verse 4: DOWN6)

They say that i been getting cocky

Bitch you probably fucking right

I could fuck yo sister on ya bed on any friday night

Take some fuckin hits, while im in church

They call me satan, why?

Im burning my surroundings

Make these sinners fuckin burned and fried

(Hook: DOWN6)

There ain't no more talkin, i kill it, like hit mans/

I pull up with choppas, they stacked in the minivan/

Flow is so hot, i dont need me a frying pan/

Carefully scoping, they call me a businessman/

I been up, walking and drippin like beakers/

Yo bitch hella round, she be lookin like peter/

It's six on the beat, you gon need you a heater/

I slip out kitty, like it was some vaseline/