[Hook: Frisco](x2)

Yeah, we make them press the panic button

Cuh when we come through, you know we're causing destruction

Everyting dead

Big 45, paint everyting red

Fam, I don't wanna hear no talk about switchup

It's Boy Better Know till the day that I dead, yes

[Verse 1: Frisco]

You know what it is when I step in

Make MCs panic and start fretting

When I get to the dance, walk straight to the front

With 25 goons and we all gotta get in

I see man tryna pree, check him

Big 45 select him, buss one

Buss two but the third must get him

Try and know that I ain't playing

Got a brand new stratty that I just purchased from OT

Been a lyrical firearm since '03

You man are smoking the dead man weed

This grade A will make your meds all floaty

All I've got is my word and my balls

I won't break em for nobody, tell me

Everyting dead, pony, you know me

Everyting on my island's stony

Big Frisco, one and only

Far from a foe when you know me

I'm overly boasty and niggas don't like that

Kill an MC and his hypeman

Yes, we make them press the panic button

Me and my dargs dem ain't having nothing, say something

[Hook: Frisco](x2)

[Verse 2: Jme]

Microphone check

When I come around, man start panicking

What else would you expect?

Man are spazzing out like a nervous wreck

Online

Bare man chat shit, I cannot stop blocking man

Just like Blanka and Kyle

But I ain't used 'Blocked Fam' for a while

The truth hurts

You man are just starting to make music properly

Man's been putting in work

So you need to put down the mic and blurt

With all due respect

I hover over the X when I play your video

I anticipate dead music

Dead video, dead

It's mad

Disrespect my family? That ain't happening

Man get wicked and bad

Fam, like Shabba Ranks

OK

I'm gonna do what I always do fam, trust me

Same shit, different day

I just pick up the mic and spray

[Hook: Frisco](x2)