(Verse One)

I want the dollas and you really want War

He been taking hollows how he want more?

I got some shorties and they calling me my lord

Been droppin bah drop bags to the floor

Bad jawn wit a body of rare porches

Jawn look exotic like rare courses

Tryna hold on my wood like she hold torches

Tryna chew without teeth I’m there for it

Pulling up all black wit the air forces

This jawn kick back like some scared horses

Left da bul got his tounge out air Jordan

Leave em tucked in the trunk like spare corpses

Finna open his chest I need good fortune

Put his parts in a box like I sell organs

Finna take out his grill he George Forman

Now the bul sit stiff like he lay dormant

Blick hit da kid gone like an abortion

Stick shift how I cock it I did warn em

When this bullet hit his head he’s distorted

Center of the family gathering it’s heart warming!

It get hard then darker for people who love em they just finding out that he wit the dark forces

And he draw like an artist no dark horses

And he really ain’t even have the heart for it

Copying rhymes recycling bars he’s coming at me he will forfeit

Cause I’m fortified on my waist got some bombs like sadaam wit no time to absorb it

Now he pushing up flowers he look like florist

He was rotting for hours before reported

When they pass me the ball I am scoring

They been said I’m hot but I’m scorching…

Aye…