[Verse 1: CAMOGOD]

Choppa stay loaded It came with a beam

Blue in my veins, but it's red on the scene

Flesh on my Timbs, I got blood on my jeans

Empty a clip in your body and leave

Swerve in the lanes, and I drift in the streets

Band on my wrist, like it's playing the league

Body your team, and it's total defeat

Carry volcanoes, I'm packing the heat

Niggas trynna post up, getting gunned down

Imma end you in the field like a touchdown

Body bag a couple rappers during sundown

Count down three two I'm the one now

Talk all this shit ,empty a clip

Body a brick, choppa will flip

I let it flip, LV my hip

I got your bitch, sucking my dick

I'm off off the rocks like I'm Patrick

Do back flips

I tell your bitch "Make me a sandwich"

Then I make her lay down

And she getting sandwiched

My AR do magic, it make niggas vanish

Three niggas down it's a hat trick

I burn up your body and turn you to plastic

You ain't going ham, bitch you still going hammish

Cook you up quick ,like it's Binging with Babish

[Hook: CAMOGOD]

I came to slash, came with a TEC

I put a blade at the back of your neck

Diamonds look fiji my wrist looking wet

You wanna battle than come with a check (X2)

[Verse 2: Swerzie]

(You hella outta pocket for this beat)

I got that Glock It ain't no stop

Infrared beam, I see heat then I pop

Run in yo shit, I'mma shoot it non-stop

That bitch wan' fuck 'cuz she seen I got guap

This shit is real, I ain't meet at the top

Choppa like rabbit the way that it hop

You come in my city, you bound to get robbed

AR-15 when I walk in your trap

What's yours is what's mine I'mma snatch on your pack

This shit get deeper than muh'fuckin rap

You trying my team and the semi gon' clap

My shooter they crippin', it's blue on the flag

They not keeping peaceful, they keeping a gat

And I don't have friends, 'cuz they turn on my back

You said that you got me, I'm calling it cap

You come to my city, consider it badlands

Ask about me, they gon' tell you I'm valid

I'm making green ,like I whipped up a salad

We is the best, I ain't talking 'bout Khaled

You want your bitch back, but she do not want you

Fucked her in the ghost, I know that shit gon' haunt you

I know you mad 'cuz she never wan' flaunt you

'Cuz she on her story with Swerzie and not you

Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, hold my gun

Imma beat these rappers up just for fun

And I do this daily, this ain't really nothin'

Fuck a bitch, do shows, and then collect my funds

I am on your head like you man tie the bun

Hollow tips, they hotter than the fucking sun

When I'm on their radar they begin to run

Icy Rotten bitch, if you don't ride, you done