[Intro]
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[Verse]
Bloody face, bloody torso, I ain't punctual
But I forward slash through his colon like I punch a wall
Paint his picture with his blood spray
Drag him down like AK
You can't seem to stay on track, so we keep this on replay (woah)

[Chorus]
Finna keep this shit on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, fuck all that stress
Bitch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
Pussy talkin' shit, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie

[Verse]
Thought you would've seen us drop dead, we say fuck nah
Kap-40 pointed at your head, you out of luck now
Yeah, keep on talking shit and we gon' get to blasting
Sick of talking tough with all y'all pussies, sick of rapping
Who the fuck you talking to?
Like I haven't seen you in my plays, what you tryna do?
I ain't really bothered if I'm not the one to fucking lose
What the fuck you tryna prove? (woah, woah)
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