whippin that buku blade I asked you where the fuckin stash at
keep that burner to yaself unless you tryna flash that
actin like a dirty crook and mane I can tell just from looks
you trippin up from tryna bust a simple fuck jook
like what the fuck you doin
stop with the fooling
fuckin losers
you just a pawn and Im a rook
catch a motherfuckin l boy
pack your bags like bell boy
sendin you to hell boy
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off
molotov bustin that fuckin shell boy
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off
molotov
chop it up
grip it up
pop it off like molotov cause sins is ridin solo
hit you with that low blow
sweeper choppin at the knees and
watch you drop in slo mo
stop with the beggin
Ill never stop with the shreddin
so fuckin watch where you treadin
nobody gettin to heaven
with all the venom Im spreadin
the cobras creepin and dwellin
no tellin where Ill be strikin
Im fast as lightnin no use fightin ho