[Intro]

I will make your corpse dance

[Verse 1: Heist187]

Roll the gas, aromatic cigars

Asian bitch, yeah she look like Mulan

Uppin that .40 them hollows go far

Ronny bust it convert from a Glock

24 niggas out there like props

Don't believe it, eyes always on watch

Trappin', movin', school wasn't on clock

In the hall, had the zip in my sock

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]

Fuck all that wolfing, I don't be jeffing

If you ain't pushin', fuck is you pressin'

Niggas be federal, askin' me questions

I give a fuck if I made an impression nigga

That MP, Smith and Wesson nigga

Don't try to run I'ma catch a nigga

Stretch a nigga

Wreck a nigga

Turn your intestines to sections, nigga

[Verse 3: Heist 187]

Ayy, this competition, we gon' wipe you like mops

We start from nothing, how we headed on top

These niggas bluffin', get the fist to the Glock

Descend in that darkness, creep for the opps

Cut the scene now we see who to lock

Money missions, I be servin' on spot

So now the moving, rolling gas in hotbox

Hop in the street, and niggas get shot

[Verse 4: ZOTiYAC]

Man, this nigga a ho

I ain't even hittin' no folks

Nah I ain't kiddin' tho bro

It don't take shit to get smoked

When I get the pole, I got control

He gotta go, he a John Doe

Totin' a 4, but that's just so you know

If you get bold, then I let it go

[Verse 5: ZOTiYAC & Heist 187]

Period, a lot of you niggas delirious

How wet your bitch pussy, I'm curious

She said she love you, believe it, nigga

Ayy, I don't like niggas

I'd rather fight niggas

Nah, fuck that I'd rather just end the shit quicker

Lets get this shit over

And head to the river

The body was floatin', yo' head in the river

[Verse 6: Heist 187]

Yo' brothers got you, believe it, nigga

Ayy, nigga you buying our lyrics

Pussy nigga, yeah, we see through your spirit

Hop in the bag, or hop out your feelings

We gon get money keep stackin' the ceiling

Rob you for pounds, stop wit' the dealing

Off of two Xanax, don't know what I'm thinkin'

Lines to the TEC, nigga, know what I'm drinkin'

[Verse 7: ZOTiYAC]

He thought I was slow

That boy ain't even know

Ayy, one up top nigga I don't cock and load it

Fuckin' wit' me then your skull get exploded

I got a nigga who ready to ice shit

Think he be fuckin' wit' ISIS

Come through crashin' cars in a crisis

Up a full mag and let that hit your Iris, bitch