Blaow!

Hitting that ink, I drank

Crucifix

Tied

To a noose

Finna watch you hang

Body count

Play a tape

Devilish

World pain

Yeah, I knew you hate that sound

Bitch

Bull

Sh-izz-it ends

Got a place

For your ditch

Body still

Freaky hits

In my thoughts, I dig one up

Then I make a nigga dig a plot

Made his soul rush

Body slow

On the fucking blunts

Still gotta tweak

Be a conscious

Bloody afro, blunt shit

Bullshit, my shells hit

Selling me

And that bullshit that I hear

Never ever end with me

Straight from the World Peace

[Verse 3: Freddie Dredd]

All around the world

Bitches dead, I make them hurl

Chillin' with my fucking girl

Double team, that rob a pearl

Off her neck, slit, dip

Don't stop, I'ma get the guap'

Freddie never gonna flop

Creeping up and killing cops

Tool strapped up

Get some buck, till I'm stuck

Heavy metal, pushin' weight, guess who gonna die today?

I'm a runnin' man, I'm a gunner, man

You's a pussy, fam

Fuck you think, you boujee man?

Popping out ya mama's van

I got two whole toolies

Busting Glocks, I fucking knew it

I'm the one that fucking grew it

You the one that fucking blew it

I'm gonna finish it, you better run it bitch

Give it up now, give it up or else you gonna drown

Hold the phone, now you get it all alone

Watch your fucking tone, why you acting like a drone?

Try to run up, you better get your gun up

Don't fucking test me, I let the gods bless me