The class 5 soul designator

Yea okgutta, real serial dream killer ****, you know how the fuck I'm comin

I'll take your soul and reap you

We just caught another opp, now I'm finna roll up a dead one

My new gun weighs a tre pound, it looks like a would shoot plasma

This bitch shoot 308s at your head, serve your brain on platter

When I take xans cognitive thinking and turns to TV static

****, I'll fuck your crib up with that bitch

If I see him in traffic, I'll flip the whip up sideways on it's rims

On some thug life shit way too gangsta, all my life, that's how I been

I'm on mob life shit , I set up hits, then go eat steak and shrimp

I'm John Gutta with El Chapo, n***a, John Gutta, not John Gotti

And I'm with Von Wick, not John Wick

John Gutta, reputation of John Gotti

Von Wick do John Wick shit on ops, boy I wouldn't never try him

El Chapo get the bricks off, in the same day we bought him

I'll smoke your mans then go post up at that same place we shot him

Live the thug life like Im Pac, gangsta shit, not for pretend

I make shit straight disappear, ops get turned to past tense

All my enemies shall perish, 30 shots inside the fan

Tap the trigger once, he vanished, they will not see him again

AR-15 bust his skull wide open, man, he should've ran

I just set your hit up with the mob over some steak and clams

Round table discussions, we buy human lives for 30 grand

Blades imported from Japan, my AK's built in Pakistan

Yea okgutta