[Verse 1: Geo Proffa]

I don't want the money, want a sad lil bitch

I don't want problems, think I need that shit?

If I had to kill ‘em, think he really bleed that quick?

Think he had that shit, extendo clip

Real killers

Dealers

Got me in my feelings

Packin' up my Tommy, think I had another vision

Think I had to get to crippin’

Think I had to get to pimpin’

Think I need a lil mention

Think I seen a extension

F-F-F-F-F that lil bitch

Cummin’ down her pants, I ain’t mad lil bitch

If I knock you in your mouth, would you run lil bitch?

Would you pop off, trippin’ out your ass lil bitch?

Trippin’ off the bag, with the mag

Got the Mac, in the back

Of the cab

With the scope, at you head

Leave you brain dead, thinkin’ ‘bout the things that you said

Now I’m sittin at your grave, with your maid

Let her pay

I don’t play

When I’m chillin with your babe

While she give me dumb brain

In the same damn cab

I ripped your soul from the page

Told you not to fuck around with the bool, lil bitch

Think we cool, lil bitch?

We at school, lil bitch

That’s just me tryna fuck up all the rules, lil bitch

Yuh, yuh, yuh

How the fuck you gone front up on the gang that’s dangerous?

Now you got a whole lot of moola on your name bitch

Rich, bitch, no-tice

I don’t want your pussy, I just came here for the bonus

If u wanna drop, I’m gone leave you on the floor bitch

Toein’ through the alley while I’m whippin up some coke bitch

Workin off the clock, so my name go un-noticed

JJ got a whole lot of money on his focus

Thinkin’ that I’m jokin’?

Let em get the doses

I’m your diagnosis

Uh

[Verse 2: Rowlaine]

Bury me in the fuckin’ ground with my idols

When Rowlaine died, I was born now I’m psycho

I’m a killer with the vitals

Wish on your bible

Now you on your knees

Prayin’, where the fuck cosmo?

When the fuck a nigga ‘bout the gang?

Ridin’ for the fame

North side nigga with the crank

Let me tell you ‘bout a talk that I had with a saint

In my car, rip my soul, through my back, down the sink

Now I think, every night

‘Bout my fate, ‘bout my state, of my mind

On that motherfuckin’ date

And I think about my queen in my vision everyday

Nonchalant when I’m buzzin’ off the dank

Double fuckin' one, that's the life that I take

Why them niggas thought I’ma joke?

Why them niggas thought I’m fake?

When I’m killin all these niggas, with a cloak, at the raid

When I’m chillin on my porch, you gone wait at the gate

Aye, mane

Rowlaine buzzin' out

Geo got the lazer and it’s aimin' out your mouth

All my niggas in the map

And my shooters never doubt

Your a angel, you took flight

Now your talkin' to the clouds

Pow

Your a poser, you just want clout

I'ma smoke it, out loud

All them bitches on the ground

Your nigga gettin' shot down

What comes around goes around

My vision covers any ground

I'ma simple nigga

Simple turn your smile to a frown

[Verse 3: Geo Proffa]

Blacked out smilin', IG wildin'

Smokin' in the cab that motherfucker died in

If I seen a fine ass, know a motherfucker slide in

Know a bitch cum fast, then I leave her pussy cryin'

That’s me, your doctor

Geo fuckin' Proffa

Leave the scene undead with the choppa hidden on em

Like I wasn’t even prowlin'

No cap, not snitchin'

These rats, these bitches

Can’t lack, pussy pimpin'