(M1onthebeat)

Yo, listen (Ka7ton8)

In the booth right now

You know the fuckin' ting (If you nuh know, we know NatsGotTracks)

I ain't no commercial rapper

Look

Man a commercial stabber

Yo

(Gabbana)

It's astonishin'

How much man that I've got on my blade

I've got man down on the mains

Take out guts, I ain't vomitin' (Hunch)

Name me a guy who's stoppin' him

I can say one thing that I'm promisin'

When we buck up the **** again

It'll be way worse than the gang just robbin' him

If I'm there, I'm definitely choppin' him

Gettin' him, wettin' him

Cheffin' him, endin' him

If he ain't dead then the cheffin' I done was irrelevant

Two man up in a German

Backroad swervin'

Score on the opps with elegance

I've done it before

Scored on many men, left nuff blood on the floor

'022, man don't count bootins and cheffins

Unless it's turnin' man corpse

Pepper down beef, man brutalise

Them mans used to knifings

See them on sight, them mans used to borings

Man put my all in

More time when I get 'round there I'm scorin' on them

Beg man try score on the ends when I'm there

Everyone knows what will happen

I'll run outta cribs with the largest thing

Man see them vanish, not one **** boy is a challenge

Within seconds I backed by ting, he got shredded

Only takes one second

Flick that, dip that, twist that, rip that

Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it

Bare corn in the P, let a opp slide through, man's rippin' it

Corn in the mash, get rid of it

Bought bare dingers from the block

Jump in with weapons

You know TY skiddin' it

Within seconds I backed by ting, he got shredded

Only takes one second

Flick that, dip that, twist that, rip that

Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it

Bare corn in the P, let a opp slide through, man's rippin' it

Corn in the mash, get rid of it

Bought bare dingers from the block

Jump in with weapons

You know TY skiddin' it

If they heard that it was Hunch that cheffed it

They won't even question the cheffin', they know that it's peak

If you heard Huncho put blades in chest

Don't question my ting, blud, you know that it's peak (That's facts)

Got the whole west side scared of me

Cah every time I pull up on them they retreat (Pussies)

Bruk that, stuff that, buss that

No judge when this hammer releases the beat

Have you ever had three bad hoes on their knees saying "please"

Huncho put cocky in Mia, and then done all three

I ain't tryna go home tonight and just beat my meat

But fuck all that

Imagine if I caught that little shit on the wing with my fist

Woulda broke off his chin

Huncho fulla rage, I ain't holdin' it in

Go opp block on violence

I'm borin' man up with my ching

I could step with my wetter, but the Beretta

Does look better with this outfit (It does)

You got sixty seconds, I'm countin'

Jump out the whip, I'm tryna pronounce him

They say that I'm mental

I went on the pedals, the one that's used for the mountains

I stepped in the room, he was talkin' the loudest

I bored him up, why the fuck are you frownin'

Within seconds I backed by ting, he got shredded

Only takes one second

Flick that, dip that, twist that, rip that

Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it

Bare corn in the P, let a opp slide through, man's rippin' it

Corn in the mash, get rid of it

Bought bare dingers from the block

Jump in with weapons

You know TY skiddin' it

Within seconds I backed by ting, he got shredded

Only takes one second

Flick that, dip that, twist that, rip that

Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it

Bare corn in the P, let a opp slide through, man's rippin' it

Corn in the mash, get rid of it

Bought bare dingers from the block

Jump in with weapons

You know TY skiddin' it

Yo

The reason drill's fuckin' censored

You know the fuckin' ting

CGM, tell the world I'm back

Yeah

Shoot up a **** now

Dickhead

Boom!