[Intro]

(I miss you, angel)

[Chorus: theguy1k]

Just a shot in the dark, but I'm aiming for the chest

Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest

Yeah, I got a stick on me, running, you better watch out for your safety

Know I keep it coming, get the racks with no safety

Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run

Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun

Big stacking, my brothers, we going up to the sky

Money calling on the phone and I'm not gon' hit decline

[Post-Chorus: theguy1k]

He keep on talking, pop him, know I keep a rocket

He gon' make a song about it, know it's gon' be flopping

Talking to a brick wall, you don't get an answer

Running out your mouth, I'll put you on a banner

[Verse 1: kkypr]

Me and the gang, we gon' meet you fucking downtown

He got a problеm with me, I got a stick, bro

Walk around with my cards, I swipe 'em all around

Hе talking shit so I turned his smile to a frown

No face, I'm riding with my gang, ho

Ain't no games when it coming to the bankroll

You said I can't, bro, I'm able

Getting Gucci, yeah, offers at the table

I'm with gang, yeah, we spinning shit

This ain't a race but I swear they got me winning shit

If we don't get what we want, yeah, we flipping shit

I'm freshening up my shoes, yeah, I'm dripping in

[Chorus: theguy1k]

Just a shot in the dark, but I'm aiming for the chest

Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest

Yeah, I got a stick on me, running, you better watch out for your safety

Know I keep it coming, get the racks with no safety

Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run

Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun

Big stacking, my brothers, we going up to the sky

Money calling on the phone and I'm not gon' hit decline

[Verse 2: LUCY02]

Yeah, I'ma have to hit decline

Pull up with five guys and you're gonna wonder why (No, tell me why)

Yeah, you're a bitch in disguise

I see through all your lies

Throw 'em up to the sky

Green on me, got the green on me

So much green on me that my pockets ain't lean

Pulling up to the scene, yeah, that's clean

It's ironic you see 'cause I'm so fucking mean

Another shot from the dark

I guess I'm shot in the heart

The shooter's quick like a dart

Up high like Earheart

My brain is ripping apart

I'm ripping too hard on carts

[Verse 3: $wirl]

Yeah, this gas straight pink pack

Pop out, jumpscare, give a heart attack

Yeah, I love it when you talk, you're my soundtrack

I just tryna make it hit my fucking CashApp

Chainsaw in your chest, hope you feel that

Feel asleep 'cause I took a couple Prozacs

Stab me in the back, yeah, I know I lost that

Got mule kick, now I got three straps

[Verse 4: clearvision]

Heard you buying methods, ain't got the tactics

Ain't got a grudge, but I'ma pull you to the attic

Try and leak our documents, they're redacted

You made it on my list, now you boutta get subtracted

Out of spite with the clarity of my sight

I might take this crowbar to the side of your head like Half-Life

I think there's a lot of better ways that I could leave you

Body in the marshlands, just a sneak preview

And I dont think you should continue

I'm with the squad and we be catching some bodies all down the avenue

I dont know why you're trippin like Erin Ulmer

Got a nailgun to your cranium, bro, it's over