[Verse Samcbk]

Flood the whole block like this hurricane Katrina

I was 14 yrs old with a dream of a beamer

Better not move I hope you not a screamer

You dying the moment you change your demeaner

I got a chop its the size of a meter

I let this bitch pop just to show you who meaner

You getting rob if u think that your cleaner

Stay hating me cause I rap I'm a beaner

I'm tryna slide put a deuce in the litre

Believe in god but make a dеal with the reaper

Havе the hoe back I do not wanna keep her

He taking in shots he must be a receiver

Shoot up the two seater blood on the wife beater

We sneak and we creep up my pistol a creeper

I couldn't be seen they thought i was John Cena

And its hard to maintain and they still tryna keep up

Leave a mess in the isle they still got to clean up

Kicking doors from the back likes its Fifa

They ask me “Sam how you rap?” I couldn't teach them

I grab i catch them then i beat him

[Verse: Ixybxy.999]

If I catch a opp then a nigga get hung

She sucking dick put her hair in a bun

That's like $50 dollars you counting up ones

Two times two times four in a litter

I'm who you hearing on yo bitch speaker

I serve my mans, then I go serve a tweaker

That nigga eyeballing you not getting either

You know you not gang you paying for a feature

Yo-you unreliable 747

Ask "how many bodies?" my next will be seven

I don't got a choice I'm not going to heaven

I love downers, lately upper been my preference

You will get did like your mans for a reference

Real top dawg i don't fuck with no peasants

I been through some shit never got taught a lesson

And you will get spilled if ya ass try pressing

I pop xans, this shit get depressing

For my birthday I do not need a present

Go on mission I feel like agent 47

Hear ixy they dont fuck with me they prejudice

Pull up to yo hood and we kill all the residents

Be on the scripts boy i love the medicine

Demolish his house and he think its a hurricane

I been killing shit they love my word play