[Intro]
(Ay yo' Ian)

[Chorus]
He better run or he done
Choppa gon' eat him, he lunch
"I am a fan", he'll get touched
Serving them beans, CVS
Big bands, n***a, know we gon' stretch
Look for his neck, he was a hot boy, now he dead, ouu
Keep a lil’ glocky right under my bed
Ayy, fuck yo' lil' friends, but they call me Odette
They playing with me, had to go get a taste
Slayworld, n***a, you know the rest
You gotta pay me just to feel the touch
And they ain't serving crack rocks
Damn that boy might get popped
Leaving your brains on the damn sidewalk
In the bеamer M3, can't get caught
She want to suck mе up in the Gucci flops
I went from state to state, just like Mike Frost
She gon' do her job, then let her off
Want me to stay a while
These bitches is way too wild
He get wet up just like the Nile
Yeah they biting on me like crocodile
He think that he up next, can't even get a check
I don't do that talking shit, leave him illiterate
Got these tatts on my neck, she gon' lick
In my city gotta hold the blick
[Verse]
It get to dangerous
Leave him inanimate
Jugg him, don't count no fist
Run up, he gotta get blicked
I'm like "Give me that, you don't need your bitch"
Floor the Linc, gotta keep that glick
These pills don't hit enough
Tryin' to be on a rush
Sippin' that fuckin' blood
‘Til my kidneys fucked up
She wanna fuck on me, cause my money doin' handstands
I said she gon' fuck on me and she don't even know my name man
She can come with me, but she know that she cannot stay man
She gon' suck my dick, 'cause she know that's an obligation
And you know I'm a hot boy, get that money, no vacation
Say he want a verse, but he broke, it don't make sense
Yeah, I said "Fuck the Xan", had to start eating them percys
Yeah, had to that, man, had to really do him dirty
Yeah, I got a new Glock, now these n***as start avertin'
I can't fuck with you, I can not fuck with these earthlings

[Bridge]
(Man you already know what's goin' on man, Slayworld man we speedracing, shout-out Izaya Tiji, You already know we going crazy, we goin' stupid)
Yeah man
Glee
[Chorus]
He better run or he done
Choppa gon' eat him, he lunch
"I am a fan", he'll get touched
Serving them beans, CVS
Big bands, n***a, know we gon' stretch
Look for his neck, he was a hot boy, now he dead, ouu
Keep a lil' Glocky right under my bed
Fuck yo' lil' friends, but they call me Odette
They playing with me, had to go get a taste
Slayworld, n***a, you know the rest
You gotta pay me just to feel the touch
And they ain't serving crack rocks
Damn that boy might get popped
Leaving your brains on the damn sidewalk
In the beamer M3, can't get caught
She want to suck me up in the Gucci flops
I went from state to state, just like Mike Frost
She gon' do her job then let her off
Want me to stay a while
These bitches is way too wild
He get wet up just like the Nile
Yeah they biting on me like crocodile
He think that he up next, can't even get a check
I don't do that talking shit, leave him illiterate
Got these tats on my neck she gon' lick
In my city gotta hold the blick