[Verse 1: Zye]
Bitch I get it out the mud
With a bad bitch sippin' on a cup of blood
Yeah yeah
On your block I'll fucking light it up
With a Smith & Wesson you about to meet your fucking god
Fucked up counting up some mula
Bad bitch hanging with a shooter
Side bitch all ready with a ruger
On the powder screaming hallelujah
Riding round the city in that brand new black Toyota Supra
Switching lanes
I beat the game
I let it aim
And fuck the fame
I put that on my motherfuckin' name
Woah woah
Hit the club
I light it up
I rack it up
You pussies actin like you smoking on the blunt
I'm lighting up this junt

[Verse 2: Freddie Dredd]
I can never fuck with you
You's a pussy bitch why the fuck you crying boo
Imma tell you once
I will never tell you twice
Cutting you is so damn nice
Acting skittish like some mice
You are a fool
You're drowning in my pool
You taste the metal red
Like your fucking honda rental
You actin' kinda mental
I'll burn you like a candle
I'll put you on a mantle
As a motherfucking handle
Remind me of a chicken
Your head is clean off
I let the blood spill and clean it with a mop
Your body fucking flop
I'm a killer not a cop
Can you feel the shots when I come and pop it off
Your life is so still
Now come and pop a pill, and I'm about to feel
Now can you just feel the chill
Ya bitch uh
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