[Verse 1: zinoblade]

(You have no heart)

Smoke all that gas (Spread out)

You can't get a pass, y'all need one, I need two

Bitch, flexin' on 'em, I had Jay' go take your loot

Bitch we smokin' on his pack, I forgot, it ain't no boof

Pockets fat, bitch, you lie, shoot out the roof

Bitch, I'm taking out the K, I get so high, you can't relate

Yeah, these broke niggas lurkin', tryna eat off my plate

Yeah, you can't be in my circle, put that Glock right to his face

Talking hot, bitch, we gon' murk him, hundred racks like eighty-eight

Why you mad? (Uh)

Baby, don't be sad

Ha, five times six, thirty bullets, do the math

Keep a blade, talkin' zino, bitch, you pull up and get stabbed

Yeah, I know I'm making racks, but why the fuck would I bе glad?

Yeah, I'm talking all that fame, bitch, money, ha, bitch keep it coming

Yеah, hear them racks talkin, yeah, talkin down, I mop 'em (Say cheese)

Big racks thumbing, 'member, bitch, I came from nothin'

Big ol' G-Lock on my hip, lil' bitch pull up, I might up it

I fuck bad ho, McLovin, broke boy, you built like a muppet

I told Gem to stash that fire, it get hot, it's like a oven

[Verse 2: yuke]

It get hotted like a oven

Got my toolie, know I'm bustin'

You know me and zino strapped up at the fuckin' function

Please don't try me, nigga, 'cause these bullets get to dumpin' (You)

Yeah, these bullets get to dumpin', yeah, I walked in with that thirty clip

Walked out of that club, something missing, where my .30 at? (Where's my .30 at?)

Me and zino killed his whole squad, damn, look at that

We don't do no foreigns, nigga, we pull up in fuckin' scats

Trigger finger itchin', you would've thought I was straight up off that crack

Me and zino going up, you know that a fact and you mad

Yeah, you sad

You got left behind, you broke

Fuck yo' bitch in her throat, then I send her back to yours