Prod. Thraxx
I'ma have your momma cry
I'ma have my .45
'Cause I'm sittin' in the court room, got my lawyer lyin'
You *****s place death threats, I swear to God, all are frontin'
Got the baddest *****, ***** wet like a waterslide
Been doin' this since I was 14
Look it's Big Sleez, my wrist chlorine
I'm servin' raw fiends, bricks of that morphine
A bunch of crates 'round my neck like New Orleans
Black tees *****, Johnny Bravo
With the Draco, I go retardo
I got your *****'s lip, I see tomorrow
I got the sticks swingin' like Leonardo (Mula!)
Talk and it's one to the head, so what?
Why the ***** you *****s talkin'? No discussion
Run up and it's one to the leg, so what?
You should have walked, why the ***** you *****s runnin'?
Vetements and some Louis V, where he get his jeans?
Make some clean diamond water, flexin' harder, I'm just me
In the V, switching lanes, my chains is danglin' to my knees
Servin' G's out the window like McDonald's servin' fiends
Wait, oh wait boy I can't relate, no, my ***** is fake
*****s don't want war with soldier, went to war, he M.I.A
***** hidin' at a knife and thinkin' that he couldn't get
Get filleted like a fish fillet, machete to your face
*****s playin' like a ***** today, finesse him out his chains
Wrap his chains all around the *****, shoot em' in the face
I don't fake 'cause I got clips today, so none of you *****s safe
I don't fake 'cause I got clips today, so none of you *****s safe
Talk and it's one to the head, so what?
Why the ***** you *****s talkin'? No discussion
Run up and it's one to the leg, so what?
You should have walked, why the ***** you *****s runnin'?