(That right there look violent)

Bend the corner, I got ten dead rappers in the back

Stab me in the back of the neck with a knife, now I gotta take flight, take flight

I think that illuminate really tryna get me, but I do not got a soul I wanna sell em'

Bend the corner, I got ten duffel bags in the back full of Ben frank, blue strip

Y'all still thirty you ain't even got a buzz yet

Upset got em' in they feels they all upset

I beat the breaks off yall run laps like I run track, y'all ain't got shit on me dawg

Dirty with it, I'm dirty with it I'm on

Death a bitch I'm getting flirty with it, flirty with it and I got a grin on I'm boutta get my sin on fuck

(Welcome to sin city it's violent)

That right there look violent

You see the tens that I'm rolling with bitch

You see the bag that I got it ain't counterfeit, you cannot count the shit

My doors are suicide there ain't no you and I bitch

You see the tens that I'm rolling with bitch

You see the bag that I got it ain't counterfeit, you cannot count the shit

My doors are suicide there ain't no you and I bitch

Pack out the whip, I'm rolling like ten deep

I swear to god the boogie man with me

There ain't no angels inside with me

It's all demons surrounding me

Ten thirty one, I'm born on Halloween

I told her "don't be scared I'm free"

I told her "don't be scared of me"

(I can name so many)

I can name so many people who tried do me dirty, that when I get through with em' they ain't gon' breath

I might just take your whole life away, your boutta learn to quit playing with me

Play with a big bad wolf, you get teeth in this bitch

I guarantee you ain't leaving this bitch

You gon' die in this bitch

You gon' bleed in this bitch

Whole lotta death I might off em'

(Uh)

You see the tens that I'm rolling with bitch

You see the bag that I got it ain't counterfeit, you cannot count the shit

My doors are suicide there ain't no you and I bitch

You see the tens that I'm rolling with bitch

You see the bag that I got it ain't counterfeit, you cannot count the shit

My doors are suicide there ain't no you and I bitch

(You see the tens that I'm rolling with bitch

You see the bag that I got it ain't counterfeit, you cannot count the shit

My doors are suicide there ain't no you and I bitch)