Let 'em say what he want, I'll make him fold

Keep that thang tucked

Keep the people I hate close

We gon' chop his body up and leave him in the cold

This shit don't get old

Bleed that bitch, bleed that bitch, same color as rose

Same color my pole

I be wit' my hoe

I know he don't tote

We done caught him lacking

We gon' catch him at the store

All these straps illegal

They can't track me I'm on go

Agent 47 with that '74 I'm pro

'74 I'm pro, my bro on death row

Pull up on some fuck shit, leave you fucked up, like fo' sho'

12 like "Who that?" ion know, cannot snake my bro

Stab you in stomach make yo' pussy ass die slow

Yeah you bitch made, ask what yo' bitch take

Boy you know that blick fake, I know all yo shit fake

Run up on me wit that fufu shit, boy that's a mistake

Yeah run up on me, that yo' life

Let 'em say what he want, I'll make him fold

Keep that thang tucked

Keep the people I hate close

We gon' chop his body up and leave him in the cold

This shit don't get old

Bleed that bitch, bleed that bitch, same color as rose

Same color my pole

I be wit' my hoe

I know he don't tote

We done caught him lacking

We gon' catch him at the store

All these straps illegal

They can't track me I'm on go

Agent 47 with that '74 I'm pro

Let 'em say what he want, I'll make him fold

Keep that thang tucked

Keep the people I hate close

We gon' chop his body up and leave him in the cold

This shit don't get old

Bleed that bitch, bleed that bitch, same color as rose (This is a cult murder)

Same color my pole

I be wit' my hoe

I know he don't tote

We done caught him lacking

We gon' catch him at the store