Thrashin like I'm Anthrax

Boy don't get your neck snapped

Tryna run up on me I hope you know that's a red flag

I might come through with the choppa, the yoppa, the toolie I'm bussing y'all with no remorse

I'm from the 757 but shoutout my shooters in Richmond, I'm throwin up fours

Hoe get out my face, or I'm flooding out your place, yuh

Wet up your whole block I let that .30 hit your face, yuh

Now you raining blood

Hoe I'll stomp you in the mud

This that Bring The Noise 2017

Hoe what?!

Dodging bullets, better duck

Pull up on you, like wassup?

Hating on me, but for what?

Hoe I got it out the mud

All this cash on me, and it's weighing down my down my pants, hoe

I ain't talking thrash, when I say I got them bands, hoe

Bullets flying everywhere, my weapons make you dance, hoe

I'm surpassing all these rappers, but that's just the plan, hoe

You and your crew better dip, when y'all hear all these choppas drumming

Holding AK-47's like guitars, but I ain't strumming