Kill November:

Fuck nigga pull up I will get you murked

Blood on my shirt

If you want beef then I will make it hurt

Under the dirt

Lay you with Kurt

Blood in the dirt

Fuck on yo' bitch and I pull up her skirt

Hop off my dick and then hop off my sack

If you talk shit then my gun will talk back

Beam at yo’ neck and I bust at your hat

I flip a brick then I run with your bags

I flip a brick and I'm taking your half

I fuck your bitch and I never call back

Fuck boy don't test me

I’ll bring my best heat

Bust at yo' bestie

I'll leave you resting

I'll leave you messy

Fuck with my set and I'll aim at ya' neck

Fuck with my set and I'll aim at ya' head

Yung Bless:

Aye

Yuh

I know my name’s in your mouth but I really don’t give a fuck

Ridin' round the city in a all black Bentley Truck

Bet it’s goin' down I'ma show you lil niggas up

I switch lanes, don't change

Don’t worry bout my game, I'm the whole thing

I'm the mothafuckin' champ, need a whole ring

And you lookin' real salty cause you postin'

Bitch

Lil nigga you a peasant

Put ‘em in body bags send ‘em to heaven

Strapped up right bitch got the smith & wesson

And we neva' flexin' put 'em in a stretcher cause he stressin'

Who he talkin' to, who this nigga think he testin'

Never under pressure but these niggas always guessin'

Pussy boy mad cause I'm what his bitch is neckin'

And she in depression cause she know the dick is such a blessin'

Bitch