[Intro]

Josh, turn it up!

[Verse 1: Nytro]

Cock it back and bang, I’ma let my choppa sing (Woohoo, hey!)

One, two, three it’ll count heads when I’m in the paint

[Verse 2: DRAKEHART]

I might pop you like a molly, leave yo’ body shakin on the couch (Yeah!)

Give you two or three, and now you foamin' out yo’ fuckin' mouth

Over dosing, body frozen

Not a killer, but you know (Yeah, hey!)

I do not give a fuck about a thing, bitch I’m mean

Really pull up, knock the grillz right off yo’ teeth (Yeah, hey!)

Fuck with me (Yeah, hey!)

Every single move I make is heat, air out the grave for me

I’m movin’ gracefully, I do not take defeat

Catchin' a dub, and you know that I love it, ‘cause I just be winning, and countin' the chee’ (Yеah, hey)

This shit a breeze (Yeah, hеy, yeah, hey)

Cool as fuck I got that ice like Mr. Freeze

Big body whip, I pull up then I leave the scene

Shout out Thrash and Pyro, I dap up with Mr. Clean

Shouts out the bro, countin’ up dough, can’t fuck with hoes, I’m finna blow

I’m finna blow!

[Bridge: DRAKEHART]

Body bags and burnin’ whips

I count up checks and cash a bitch

You fuck with me, you catch a fist

I’m tired of being a pacifist

Fuck with this, I go ballistic

Callin’ shots, I never miss ‘em

Crash the whip, it hit like missile

Grip my dick, just like a pistol

[Verse 3: DRAKEHART & STOP LIVING]

Give respect, I’d never hit ya

Dap me up, I’m fuckin with ya

Handle business, then dismiss ya

This a little intermission

Houston think we got a problem

He’s an opp, we fuckin’ off ‘em

Often off ‘em, this shit common

You ain’t ready for whats comin’ (Yeah!)

Bitch I be shittin’ and pissin’ all over yo’ grave, Stoppy the Great

Killin’ myself everyday, thinkin’ “STOP LIVING he a mistake”

Wait, wait (Hey!)

Ask me if I give a fuck about anything!

Bitch I cut my wrist with a razor blade!

If a pussy try me I’ma hit ‘em in the face!

Fat ass rapper I dont fit in the grave!

Like “hey!, woah!”, posted with the poles!

.556 leave you dead in the fuckin’ road!

[Bridge: STOP LIVING & NYTRO]

Pull up with a razor blade, hit you in the fuckin’ face

Dyin’ real slow, you met your fate

Pop on yo granny, I'm a family disgrace

(Z06 and a hellcat, we gon’ run the block)

Homie wanna’ talk, he get smoked, like he’s made of pot

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, bait, bait)

[Verse 4: NYTRO]

Woah!, gimmie' a second (What, what!)

All of my verses are really a blessing (Woah, woah!)

Cranking all my speakers up to eleven, don't mind me I'ma keep on flexin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Got a few bills in the bank, got new wheels on my Hellcat, brand new paint

Audemars feel this weight (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Got a new HJ Cuban on its way

Bro I be fightin' like Conor Mcgregor (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

You think that you know me, well I know you better (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

And honestly I'ma stay cool and collected, 'til I see a platinum on all of these records (Yeah!)