[Intro]

Uh, (YO!)

Yo-YOW!

“CLEAR!”

[Verse One]

Put a shot to his top, Martin Luther

Don’t got 9, bitch I tote on my Ruger (AAAHHH!!!)

Extendo, it look like a ruler (AAAHHH!!!)

Drag his head on the ground, he a mover (WHAT?)

They see me in they sleep, Freddy Krueger

I’m a cub tryna fuck on a cougar

I ain’t tryna blow this Glock 19 if this Glock 19 ain’t came with a button (WHAT? WHAT? GRRRRRTTTT)

These fuck niggas wan’ know where I’ve been, I’ve been getting the bread like a motherfucking glutton (GRRTT, GRRRRTTTT)

This lil nigga wan’ talk on the net, and he went missing, happened all of a sudden (AAHH, AAAHHH!!!)

Uh, I’m in the function right now, ARP in my coat, it get unbuttoned (AH! AH! AAHH!! AAAHHH!!!)

Uh, nigga this ain’t no track meet, niggas think track meet, they get to running (WHAT? WHAATT??)

Uh, my nigga look like MegaMan, he got the ARP on his arm gunning (HEM, HEM, HEMMM)

Uh, I got a mask on, Leatherface, I’m in the goddamn field with a chainsaw (AAHH!)

Bitch, that nigga cousin got took off, he rolling dice? He got shot like Takeoff (TAKEOFF!! WHAATT??)

Uh, That nigga gon’ have to cut his arm off to survive, bitch I’m feeling like Jigsaw

Bitch, I’m in the field and I’m tweaking, I’m sitting back; I’m just waiting for kickoff (AGH! Bitch!)

Uh, these niggas cookie like Biscoff, they drop a diss, now the big nigga pissed off (BITCH!)

Bitch! I’m in LA, Crenshaw, I got the Drac’ in my hand with the Ziploc (HUH, WHAT? WHAATT??)

[Verse Two]

I got Gen 5 on my mo’fuckin hip, I’m finna crash out like Mad Hatter (AAAHHH!!!)

Niggas sucking some dick to go up, if you want to go up, you should go climb up that ladder (AAAHHH!!!)

Uh, these niggas talkin’ bout Goosebumps, these niggas know they can’t tun from extendo (AAAHHH!!!)

Uh, these niggas playin’ pretendo, walk down with switch in my hand like Nintendo (WHAT? WHAT?)

Uh, I used to be scared to tell niggas what’s up, so you know I increased the crescendo (BITCH!)

I’m on the mo’fuckin block with a slasher, I’m tryna turn him to history (WHAT?)

Uh, young nigga totin’ that 50, and it got knife on it, turn that boy minced meat (BITCH!)

Uh, I’m on your block in your city, I’m chiefing keef, you be puffing on Diddy (AH! AH!)

Bitch, I’m in the field like Aaron Judge, home-runs all I be hitting (AAHH, AAAHHH!!!)

These niggas talking to kids just like Epstein (BITCH!)

Niggas cry to mama, so mama need to go breast feed (BITCH!)

He tried to run from the switch, it was empty (YEAAAHHH!!!)

Big cous’ ain’t let me catch that body, why he ain’t let me? (WHAT?)

One day I’m finna have water like a jetski (WHAT? WHAT?)

The day of death of that nigga would be the day he pressed me (YEE-YEE!)

(TWENTY-THREE!)