[Verse 1: CHXPO]
Set him up
Run up on him
Lay down
Time up
Put his body in a trunk (I hate him)
Chop him down
Feed his body to the hounds
I might crush his little ass and watch him drown
His Momma heard he dead but she don't know where the body
They ain't find his body lil chxpo been going (?)
(?) with a shotty
I feed it and I get that n***a wet like John Gotti
Hop up out them bushes like a grasshopper with a chopper
Bitch not no shawty
I ain't got no baby momma
But I got a baby choppa
N***a with that llama
Bust a n***a like a piñata
..cause I got that guala
Got that guala
Guala guala guala
Comma comma
Dolla after dolla
We just bought some choppas
We just bought some bitches
All my shit official
Bitch come and get ya
[Verse 2: Nada]
We just greasy and steezy ain't nobody can trust me
Rockin' nothing but Adidas guess we mobbin' like Russians
We've been raiding, home invasion bitch we b-b-b-bustin'
Ain't no mask, face tats let them know who done it
(?)
Well there ain't no God in heaven so nobody can judge me
What the fuck you looking at bitch you ain't saying nothing
You either with me or against me bitch there ain't no discussion

[Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams]
Young killer from the Cuyahoga-Lorain line
Keep it moving like a motherfucking lay-line
Evil like Jimmy Savile
Saving up at game time
Dylan bust two guns at the same time
Time is money
Money always on a player mind
Lets play the game of death thats my favorite game of mine
Send you to hell the m11 aiming at your spine
I don't forgive a soul, being Godly ain't my kind
SMG's ripping through you knees and out your spine
We some G's grippin' G's throwing upward signs
Up in your motherfuckin' face wish you could rewind
Back to a better time before the devil's had arrived