**[Verse 1]**

Brodie noddin' off, he got a switch fallin' down his pants

We done all popped a nigga up, do a show of hands

DD got his fucking soul snatched, least he had hands

Fully like a fucking boogie bomb, make a nigga dance

I'll catch another switch charge, at least I'm not dead

Bro on tether with a Draco, he a fucking hothead

Backseat, left my phone at the crib, I'm off-grid

Hop out blowin' switch back, yellin', "Hit your shots, kid."

I'll beat a triple murder 'fore you hear I got killed

Lost a couple of my niggas, now I know how opps feel

Lil Daylen don't even be on shit unless he pop pills

All that Midwest rumors bullshit is not real, c'mon

**[Verse 2]**

I got fans outta town and ain't even left state

We get drops and go increase Inkster death rates

I'll bust a nigga head and go tat his death date

Fuckin' on a goth bitch, makin' emo sextapes

Blew another nigga down, let's see what the news sayin'

Niggas actin' like they tryna slide—that be you playin'

Choppa make a nigga scream like goin' Super Saiyan, nigga

*(That bitch insane, c'mon.)*

**[Beejayrell Verse 3]**

Psychotic, I see niggas I popped up when I look in the mirror

Feds went through hell just to catch me, bro, I might be Kira

Bring a normalized chop to me, I'ma fully sear it

Doin' smacker things with an emo rockstar appearance

**[Verse 4]**

Bro ain't never failed to get on ass, he got skit ethic

Green-tip bullets in the chop, I like blowin' relish

Too Teflon, I need a switch, I know the plug mailin'

Oofed her last nigga, I'm more gangster and fuck better

**[Verse 5]**

Won't ever hit a bitch that won't send drops, she don't got no worth

Them thoughts I have 'bout killin' people keep on gettin' worse

Ain't never partin' ways with Two Piece, I got a button curse

Done walked off with his shit and laughed at him when it's reimbursed

**[Verse 6]**

Rappin' but ain't never sent a shot, how that correlate?

I take bad bitches on dates to watch a corpse decay

Real switch god, I see a switch and I salivate

She done cut herself as I hit it—emo sextape

**[Verse 7]**

Sweet-talk that bitch for the drop, no, we not cakin'

Called DD off the Soul Box, but he kept bangin'

Lil bro upped ten, he know one day he meetin' Satan

Mag dumped **[?]**. Mag blow **[?]**. My shell casings

**[Verse 8]**

I done BBL'd all my Gens, I'm Doctor Miami

B.E.L.T. go all ways, protect yo' granny

**[?]** came two sticks and a Spider-Man fanny

Put lemon squeeze to his eye like **[?]**, he blind

*(Spyda shit, c'mon.)*