[Verse 1]

They wanna know my story

Close your eyes, it gets gory

This lifestyle was meant for me

The shit that I did, all the shit that I done

Ain't nobody done this shit before me

S.I.'s the team I was running with

Better beg for your life if you wanna live

No rules, bring the beef to your mother's crib

'010, fuck drip, I just wanted sticks

Head shots when I aim, no leggies

Tryna put him in a box like eggies

This a .44 bully, not a semi

No beef, all my opps been buried

R.I.P Shirx, when I come pitch the works

Me and Butch in the dinger tryna take you off the Earth

First name Snap, last name Shooter

My mentor was Mover, my gun game super

[Hook]

On your marks, get set

Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC

I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head"

Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead

[Verse 2]

Hella spinners, never catch me timid

And you can hold two like Greenwich

Fuckboy, I'm a king in my neighbourhood

The fiends love my crack and they say I've got that crazy buj

Step on my toes, I'll pepper your clothes

The weapon it blows, anything goes

Got several flows, I'll sever your throat

Most definitely a G.O.A.T., TEC in the coat

I'm taking the coke fresh off the boat

Hella beef in my own ends, blow skengs

Tryna kill all my old friends, old men

I ain't making commotions

The .45 blow, sound like explosions

Niggas ain't killers, they just kill when they're posting

Squeeze on the trigger to release my emotions

Blue steel gun but the shells are golden

I'll have you in the morgue, name tag on your toe's end

[Hook]

On your marks, get set

Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC

I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head"

Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead