[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
[?], yeah

[Chorus]
Blitz a n***a shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack ’em
Uh, tryna put a n***a in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a n***a shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin’

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin'
By today I'm tryna have a fuck n***a shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a n***a ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a n***a make it on my radar, might as well start countin’
If that n***a just like me, he tryna take your life
I’m a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I’m right
I'm a fuckin' heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
[Chorus]
Blitz a n***a shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin’ make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a n***a in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a n***a shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'

[Verse 2]
N***as play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (That's on gang)
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo' age (Boy)
N***as get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (Damn)
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, n***a thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for fuckin' with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a n***a up
Smokin' with a swally joint (N***a)
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' bro, it ain't no point (Mm)
For the juvenile turned convicts
N***as and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dawg rich

[Chorus]
Blitz a n***a shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a n***a in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a n***a shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'