[Intro: wido]

Ah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch

Yeah

[Chorus: wido]

In the night, servin' demis (Ah)

Grippin' on the semi (Skrrt)

Dozen fucka's playin' (Yeah)

They call me the slayer (Huh)

Slayin' where your head is

Fist fight look like war trenches (Yeah)

My stomach feel so heavy

Put more pillies in my belly

[Verse 1: wido]

In the block, fuck the rock (Skrrt)

Regardless, they gon' suck my cock

Yeah, I read you like it's Disney

Diss me, yo' ass gon' get done

I'm with the mob, working on the mud

We get that bread, then stack it up

Got the chocolate with them nuts

Your mom gon' ask, "What are those cuts?" (Yeah)

[Verse 2: problemchild]

Pussy want me dead, but don't have the guts to take me

My bitch wanna die, but that's just her feeling daily

I'm always tryna get some work, I can't be fucking lazy

Don't ask me for a feature, bitch, unless you gonna pay me

Step into the scene again, I'm just a fucking asshole

Best to ever do this shit, don't like to fucking brag ho

Nobody else can touch me though, guess my standards really low

I hate cocaine, but where's the blow?

This weed I smoke don't hit no more

[Chorus: wido & problemchild]

In the night, servin' demis (Ah)

Grippin' on the semi (Skrrt)

Dozen fucka's playin' (Yeah)

They call me the slayer (Huh)

Slayin' where your head is

Fist fight look like war trenches (Yeah)

My stomach feel so heavy

Put more pillies in my belly