Yeah, sorry for the ruckus, but no group gonna top us

Step out for some air ‘cause we droppin’ like corpses

Better put me on, ruthless

Dr. Dre shittin’ bricks, make him stutter ‘cause I’m lucid

I’m the horsemen, they call me the rawest

I’ll put you in a mothafuckin’ coffin

My talkin’ stuck in yo noggin’ like a mothafuckin’ cough

Then, profit, take em all out like I’m Robin

(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh

Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh

Limp walk

Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh

On a chase, do me dirty for some commas

Dirty for some commas

Stop this, stop this, baby just stop this

Everybody know I’m a mothafuckin’ monster

Came from the sand, now my wrist like a faucet

Needed a way out, so we found our only option

Baby don’t pause this, only needa watch it

Foot in the door with nada to fuckin’ start with (yuh)

Bitch I’m on gold, bitch I’m on star

Motorola phone with my busted ass car

(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh

Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh

Limp walk

Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh

On a chase do me dirty for some commas

Dirty for some commas

(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh

Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh

Limp walk

Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh

On a chase do me dirty for some commas

Dirty for some commas

What does it mean to me, baby?

Need to leave lately

The desert it too cagey

Hunger been on the daily

Picked up the pen, like how can you blame

Saint Santi, bitch that’s the new name

Sand in these veins, a dream to fly planes

I need to regain the means to be sane (uh, uh)

I’m crazy but shit that’s fine

Brothers in arms, they here to remind

I’m reconfigured, raps is bigger

Finger trigger, cash for dinner

Need that money, sky too sunny

Bumpin’ buddy, dollars bloody (uh, uh)

With a black lens, I ain’t ever lackin’

Pull up with the back in, just to get some backends

Finna heat the iron like a mothafuckin’ blacksmith

Tell her I ain’t lyin’ why you tryna catch me lackin’?

Tell her I despise the way she mothafuckin’ actin’

I don’t give a damn, spend a check on calamari

And my salmon fuckin’ blackened (Nah)

New place, new states

Finna have a new Benz and big plates

Maybe like a new bitch, like every other fuckin’ day

I hope to take my momma out the hood and put her in a Wraith

(in a Wraith, in a Wraith)

(Yeah) Off with your head, bruh

Don’t talk, poppin’ off like the meds, bruh

Limp walk

Can’t stop, on the run from the cops, bruh

On a chase do me dirty for some commas

Dirty for some commas