[Part 1]
I'ma murder all these n***as, never heard of none these n***as
I'm so murdersome, I swear you run up on me I'ma get 'em
Got my finger on the trigger, I ain't worried 'bout shit
These n***as chasing fucking bitches, fucking bitches
Chasing millions, that's what I'm on
All about this green like a crouton
Tryna get this million, I'ma put my whole crew on
Couple shots up out the Glock, damn, you cruel, uh
I swear to God, a couple shots, damn, yo' crew gone
Anybody wanna come and get it, I got it
Forget it bitch, I'm water whipping, stirring shit on a pot
These n***as talkin' hella shit meanwhile I'm getting the drop
I'm sippin' Act', I'm mixing drop
You run up on me, get popped
I swear to God I'm on top while getting top from a thot
The parking lot, you run up on me, n***a, that's where it pop
My n***as serving rocks, yeah, my n***as serving all that
Aiming at yo' ballcap, n***a better fall back
Spazzin' on the track, mag blastin' on the track
Boy, I swear I pull up in that Martin Aston on the track
These n***as so dumb, they don't know how to act
Meanwhile my n***as got the MACs posted in the back
"What you want? What you want?" I'll hit your fuckin' line
All these n***as throwing watches, they just wasting fucking time
Anybody got a problem, run up on 'em and he die
Got a .9 and I'ma run up, kill you at yo' 9 to 5, boy
[Transition]
I'ma show these motherfuckers what's up (Ayy)

[Part 2]
Whole time I was on some different shit
N***as talking dumb until I pull up where his house is
Run up in that bitch and now he quiet like a mouse is
Prolly run up in yo' house and fuck your fucking spouse, quick
Then I hit the car, boy
Whole time I'm rolling off the bars in the car, boy
Spitting bars off the bars, I can make it far, boy
I be on mars, yeah, coolin' in the car, boy
Thirty, that's a .30 on my hip
Don't get scarred, boy
Aye, I play the game but I don't play games
These n***as lame, run up on me, bitch I bet I change frames (Get it?)
My Glock got a picture, my mouth got a Swisher
You run up, boy, you fake like illusions
Ain't nothing else to it
I been getting money since day one
My brother locked up, won't let him out like Akon
The whole time I'm eighteen, bitch I'm like Adolf
These n***as want that steak sauce, turn them to Nate Dogg
(Now who the fuck these n***as think they is though?)
I'm handlin' my bizz, smoking this reefer like Khalifa
I'm not a wiz', ho
You run up on me, I got the Glock out the window
Nerdy brain from your bitch, I ain't talking 'bout Winslow
Woah, now let me go 'head, spit it
I'm Stevie Wonder with this shit, you n***as can't see visions
I'm in the cut, mother fucka' ain't talking scissors
Bitches like O.Z. and I ain't talking 'bout wizard (Go figure)