[Intro: Ajnastarz & Yung Lost]

What the fuck that nigga walking on water

And they say Jesus could do that

Jesus could never

I think it’s recording

I know, it starts when [?]

[Verse 1: Ajnastarz]

Hi point, lil eat ya chest up

Yeah, bless up

I ain't bring the Glock

But I snuck it to confession

Get caught, I ain’t tellin’ on the next one

Slide off a perc

What I did, ain’t no guessin’

Got good Prada with the Bape

Yeah, we dressin’

Pull up to the party

Took yo girl and her best friend

Yee, cotton candy Faygo in my cup

Mix it up, double cup

Yeah, same old shit

Tryna blow up, good luck

Niggas suck

Ben Frank on me nigga

‘Cause I gotta keep it buck

Ran off on the plug

Half pound on me

If he talkin’, catch a slug

That rounds on me, made a play now give it up

I’m ballin’, hit the 3 cause I gotta clutch it up

Like the 9 on me, shooters boutta wet you up

Gas tank on E, good liquor in my cup

Hennessey

Sip syrup when I’m getting booted up

When I pull up with the gang

Everybody better duck

Boutta be a murder scene

Kill ‘em all, burn ‘em up

Big dog, lil cat, you a pussy

Ruling shit, Amaterasu

Want the smoke

Lil bitch I got 2

Dracos shootin’ at right through

You’ll get karate chop like it’s kung fu

Eat these bullets up like it’s tofu

Chakra flow, 8 points all through me

Oh my God, she suck me up just like a smoothie

Pull up with the uzi

Or the mac, on attack

If a nigga try running

Cock it back

Shoot his back

Never lack

If you ask what I’m smokin’

Good pack, good percs

And I’m running up a sack

‘Till my fuckin’ feet hurt

Yeah I’m creepin’ in the cut

You know it's a scary sight

Like a nigga off crack

Imma hit her with the pipe

Like we playin Call of Duty

Pussy boy, gettin’ sniped

And we slide in the night

[Verse 2: RXT]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We slide in the night

He keep a mac and

I keep me a knife

Pussy boy got a problem

Guarantee we gonna pop ‘em

Then I’m fuckin on his girlfriend

Then I’m pipin’ on his wife

None of this shit is new to me

Who is he

Boutta get beat so brutally

Stupidly

Boutta get hurt

Fuckin lay ‘em in the dirt

Now who’s up first to speak a fuckin’ eulogy

Xanny got the mac

RXT got a strap

If you fuckin’ with gang, then we put you on yo back

Know we’re gonna rumble

When I’m hittin’ my attack

Get dropped like a fumble

Quarterback, you get sacked

You don’t wanna play

So you better get away

‘Fore I 36 headshot you

Like I’m FaZe

Yeah I keep a Barrett

I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Wade

But I’m on my Deathstroke shit

Call me Slade

Aye, aye, aye

Call me Slade

Wilson

I kill, son

Rumpelstiltskin

Let’s make a deal

Got a villain in the buildin’

I’m in the Hilton

Fuckin’ on a Hilton

Chance of beating me is like

One to a million

Tick tock

Got six shots

At ya tip top

Gas in the pack

That’s loud in a ziplock

Pissed off

Swear ugly bitches make my dick soft

Next one to play me

Boutta put ‘em in a chinlock

Wristlock

I’m be goin up

Like it’s liftoff

Working till I’m tired

Man, I needa hit the pit stop