[Verse: Ray R-15]

Push up, we can get active

Up that Glick and start subtractin'

Nigga, up that stick and get to blastin'

We got silence Glocks, they got suppressors

I be in that Phantom, I ain't John Madden

Blew me off that boy, they said, "It was static"

If Marrgielaa steppin' then I'm steppin'

Just like Covid, hollows get to spreadin'

Quanos, you slidin' or what?

NIGGA, I PROMOTE VIOLENCE

I see a opp, I'm walkin' down and uppin' and firin'

Glock louder than wildkarduno screamin' and hollerin'

Won't catch me in interrogation room acknowledgin' 'em

That bitch gon' give her brain and show what her acknowledge is

Bitch gon' give her brain until I get tired of it

Glock blacker then every member in the Jackson 5, bitch

Kill in a nigga in a apartment, on some Jeffery Dahmer shit

I'll find a new hoe before I ever chase down a stalkin' bitch

And I feel like Rihana but I'on know nun' 'bout that sangin' shit

You know we gon' fight, I ain't Seth Rollins, bitch

Know my money sign more then that top dollar kid

These niggas move like police like DJ Vlad and Kollege Kid

Not around with Glocks with extended cocks in 'em

If it's smoke with me, nigga, I ain't dodgin' it

[Verse: Marrgielaa]

Aye

If it's smoke with me, nigga, I hop out the coupe

I call up Quanos, so you know he gon' shoot

These nigga pussy, they don't know what to do

Young ahh nigga, man, I'm just a yut

BITCH, I ROB

But he ain't know I'm gon' shoot

Fuck a job, nigga, and fuck school

I'm outside, nigga, and my hunnids' blue

I'm on the block with them niggas and we Koons

Bitch, I'm in the trap, gotta keep guns in my room

I ain't eat, nigga, ain't have no SPOON

I be with the Ape, but I'm not a ba-BOON

Hol up...

AYE

You know me and Quanos stil' on the block

I got the hunnid' round drum on the chop

I'm not from Americaaa but I stil' feel like Barack

High as fuck 'cause I'm smokin' the rock

Nigga try' run up, know he get popped

I'm poppin' them PILL, nigga, and you know I can't stop

You gon' get KILLED, nigga, tryna come to my block

Hol up......

Bitch, I'm outside and I'm stil' in the street

I get the money, nigga, fuck the industry

I pull up on that boy, you know he get BEAT

Call Uno, come with AR-fif-TEEN

Bitch, I'm by myself so I don't got a TEAM

I get money, nigga, and it's blue and green

I slide on yo' block then I clear the scene

Hop out the COUPEEE, nigga, yeah, they say that I'm mean

I'm in the trap and I'm sippin' lean

I got two guns and they came with beam

These nigga cap, man, it's not what it seem