[Chorus]

You from 2G so nobody likes you

It's probably best if I don't tell you what I might do

Fill his ass with nails, I might hit him with a tight screw

I'ma leave his body to be found by the night crew

No auto, I can change it quick, call that a light switch

Shot your girl in the ear, found yourself the right bitch

Losin' more homies, you be on that 2G type shit

Uh, yeah, type shit, uh, yeah, type shit

[Verse 1]

I'ma hit you with the 680, call you Cobain

Break the news to your family, now they coping

I might have delayed his tour a little, like a snow day

I'm so sick of living in L.A. where I don't bang

I might just move right back to the 'raq so I can show you

If you die in my hands, I'm just gonna say "I told you"

You know when it comes to murder, you're the one she wrote to

I'ma air out shots at you like paintball, call that O2

You know I got Glocks, I got Uzi's and AK's

Better make the call, better tell your homies, mayday

Police saw the blood on him, they thought it was face paint

But as soon as I kill 2G Quan it will be payday

If I see you, I pull out my Glock and I start bangin'

I'd say it's about time that I sent your ass to Satan

When I break the news, I'ma do it at a show so my

Fans will think I'm Carti with the way that they ragin'

[Chorus]

You from 2G so nobody likes you

It's probably best if I don't tell you what I might do

Fill his ass with nails, I might hit him with a tight screw

I'ma leave his body to be found by the night crew

No auto, I can change it quick, call that a light switch

Shot your girl in the ear, found yourself the right bitch

Losin' more homies, you be on that 2G type shit

Uh, yeah, type shit, uh, yeah, type shit

[Verse 2]

I feel like I'm Metro on your block, how I'm Boomin

I feel like I'm racin' in my Hellcat, how I'm zoomin'

We found your ass from a video, we just zoomed in

You leaked your location without knowing, you so foolish

I'ma leave my AirPods at your house, with an AirTag

Or I might just hit you on the highway, fuck an airbag

Move around your mouse and spam your keyboard, like my friend Gag

You gon' disappear into some items, and won't get back

You say that you tough and then you run, I don't get that

I'ma fly right over to your block on my jetpack

I put on my Ski Mask then I tell you, "Take a Step Back"

Then I roll you up and put you in my cigarette pack

You know that I tote a couple rifles, so just stay back

How 'bout you get yourself a machine, like the Wayback

We gon' show no mercy for you, that's what I call payback

We all know that you got ghost writers, you make fake raps