[Verse 1]

I see you niggas is nervous

New DE leave yo' ass wit' the bird shit

Anarchy finna purge shit

Drum like a half-moon, that bitch look Turkish

I got a MAC, get yo' ass refurbished

Or put a Glock in a [?], convert it

He finna dye like detergent

He get a suit and tie like he a servant

He catch a dozen like he deserve it

He gettin' changed like he did the service

I'm on my brain, I'm on my nervous

You'll get slain, bagged like Birkin

Boy you a lame, cap, he Kirkin'

Can't find yo' lane 'cause yo' ass keep purrpin'

You'll get poked, and that's suburban

You'll get smoked, that's a Bourbon

Shot to yo' head, gotta see how yo' neck work

Slide in yo' ho, finna see how her neck work

NIgga, don't start me, you fresh meat

We finna turn that white tee to a red shirt

Warrior, shootin' like Steph Cur'

I make a nigga look dumb off the leg work

Glock come second, he got the TEC first

Shoot through the backbone, watch how his chest burst

[Verse 2]

Watch the demons come out of your torso

When they get out you gettin' some more hoes

Metal all in yo' mouth like a ortho'

Make a nigga move out like he foreclosed

For'sure, you a bitch to the core ho

Arm for war like my nickname Gorro

Harm more whores than a nigga named Tyrone

They snort more than a fiend named Corso

30 clip in that bitch hanging floor-low

He gettin' dot after dot like Morse code

It give a speech, it's not an award show

Give you the beats, it ain't got no court though

All in yo' bitch like a parasite

She finna hold on my shit like a terabyte

She prolly told you she wasn't the type

Both of them hoes ridin' dick like they share a bike

These bitches gettin' too high like a pair of kites

Fuck it, both of them hoes finna share a flight

Cuttin' into this lil' bitch like a paring knife

Rollin' down Paradise

Fuckin' wit' me yo' head roll like a pair of dice

Keep this shit hot 'cause if we is not Fahrenheit

Whip out the FN and make it a fair fight

[Verse 3]

F-O-E

Break yo' neck like DDT

Finna black like BET

Get you changed like EBT

We slidin' in like DVD

Fuck 'round, catch a ACP

Boy, yo' whip look mighty clean

Keep that on lock like ADT

Or you gon' need some CPR

Record yo' death like DVR

Yo' last breath gon' be yo' fault

Catch fifty rounds, this 50 bars

Come 'round on that, piss me off

Might fuck 'round, make my Glizzy talk

That bitch sing, Celine Dion

You get no air like Jordin Sparks