[Verse 1: MC Holocaust]
Bitch whats the point of livin' if a n***a can't gank?
Stuff dat fucker in my truck then drive off to the nearest bank
Walk in wit one in da chamber watch how i make it count
Info to yo account = large amounts

[Verse 2: MC Holocaust]
Blunt force trauma I'm kinda greedy fo dat cheese hoe
Take everything you got till i can't no fuckin mo
Once I pop da lock
Then I'll go set up shop
Get high off yo supply
It was from yo stash spot
Call you out on ya bluff
Pawn all yo shit fo bucks
Caught you off guard cuz im skinny
I on look tough
Play me for pussy if you wanna bitch
Betcha I'll buck
Don't give a fuck about shit
The type you can't trust