[Verse 1: CHXPO]

Set him up

Run up on him

Lay down

Time up

Put his body in a trunk (I hate him)

Chop him down

Feed his body to the hounds

I might crush his little ass and watch him drown

His Momma heard he dead but she don't know where the body

They ain't find his body lil chxpo been going (?)

(?) with a shotty

I feed it and I get that nigga wet like John Gotti

Hop up out them bushes like a grasshopper with a chopper

Bitch not no shawty

I ain't got no baby momma

But I got a baby choppa

Nigga with that llama

Bust a nigga like a piñata

..cause I got that guala

Got that guala

Guala guala guala

Comma comma

Dolla after dolla

We just bought some choppas

We just bought some bitches

All my shit official

Bitch come and get ya

[Verse 2: Nada]

We just greasy and steezy ain't nobody can trust me

Rockin' nothing but Adidas guess we mobbin' like Russians

We've been raiding, home invasion bitch we b-b-b-bustin'

Ain't no mask, face tats let them know who done it

(?)

Well there ain't no God in heaven so nobody can judge me

What the fuck you looking at bitch you ain't saying nothing

You either with me or against me bitch there ain't no discussion

[Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams]

Young killer from the Cuyahoga-Lorain line

Keep it moving like a motherfucking lay-line

Evil like Jimmy Savile

Saving up at game time

Dylan bust two guns at the same time

Time is money

Money always on a player mind

Lets play the game of death thats my favorite game of mine

Send you to hell the m11 aiming at your spine

I don't forgive a soul, being Godly ain't my kind

SMG's ripping through you knees and out your spine

We some G's grippin' G's throwing upward signs

Up in your motherfuckin' face wish you could rewind

Back to a better time before the devil's had arrived