[Verse 1: Stigs]

Get your head busted (Busted)

A knife work definitely going through jumpers

Eating these goons but it's nothing like lunches

Chasing you, with a knife, like I’m hunting (Stab him)

You don't wanna get a neck shot

I'm nothing like a ref, but your players get sent off

Roll to your block, me, TR and YT (Termz)

Soon get a strap, gun spitting that Wiley

Why me, is what you say

When the knife goes in through you, and out your best mate

Big champagne glass shatters in your face

And your boys like snitching, tryna give me a court case (Snitch)

Brought me a line, no need for a nice phone

And you know that the bally comes black like a lamppost

And I’m gonna eat your dawgs soon like it's Nando's

Flick out chrome, leave holes in your dome (Dead)

[Verse 2: Butch]

Don't respect me no (Nah)

So I roll up, Pinocchio, spray spray

That's my forte

No [?] (Nah)

Murder, I'ma watch you die (Dead)

I'm the cause of death (Cause of it)

Big bulge in the pocket, can't [?] the tec (Hah)

Air holes forming next

You’ll get twist like a Coca-Cola flip

Like a Motorola ride

Like a roller coast, holy ghost (Ghost)

Barrel spin, or suttin’ out the magazine

No show for [?] full of lead (Full of 'em)

Gripping on the strap, and it’s kinda heavy

Got me feeling kinda deadly

Rough riding, with a shiny knife

Tough guy in his sleep, like a early night (Early)

Wanna see B ride, bullet shells like a seaside (Hah)

Nigga B-Y, to the side, of the big nine (Big)

You can hold five, like Olympic trey

Shells tripping [?], take your soul away (Haha)

I don't care what the olders say (Fuck that)

Been a G from way back

In the game that, we spray Macs (Badders)

My buddy my gun, caught bodies and some

Dumb fuckers that thought they could fuck with us (What?)

Gun bucking I'm gassed when the Mac with us

Can't chat for me, better run like athletes feet

’Cause if the Mac has teeth, touch a chest, then your back and knee (Haha)

[Verse 3: Snap Capone]

Snap

I'm a G, no question about it (No question)

Ask to move, what fam

I rinse out the cartridge (Move)

Bullet in your chest where your heart is (Bow)

I'mma leave you stumbling, you're dead when I park it (You're dead, yugh)

Attempted M's, M's and attempted

Fucking with S, you must be living with a death wish (Yugh)

Fuck a gym, I shoot guns to keep my arm fit (Yugh)

Let a boy run, touch him in his pelvis (Touch him)

Who's badder? (Who?) SN, the trey banger (Snap)

Budge and white slanger

Get wrapped like bandannas, clap hammers (Clap)

I'm what the game's been missing, I'm not Santanna (Nah)

Gang banger, gun shoot, ain't no cameras (Shoot)

Pop the Ruger, pop-pop, more shots through yah (Pop)

Executer, brain remover

I love the Ruger

I'm stomach shooting Snap, I'll shoot your shooter

Look (Ragh)

I catch cases and lie through the trial (Lie)

If you a snitch, you get a gun in your mouth (Bow)

Ask Butch, we had Budge in the ground (Budge)

And never try hate, get grade when the trey 8 blazed (Slumped)

Lot of heavy metal shit like Coldplay (Heavy metal, uh, uh)

Seat low, my styles zone, clap chrome

Squeeze low, the Macs home, touch domes (Touch domes)

Heat low, the streets know

Clap a nigga all in his back bone (Clap a nigga)

[Outro: Snap Capone]

Butch

Tiny Butch

Snap

Yugh