If you see me pop them doors with a 4 foot long run cause you might

Get board yes cheff and dig out his chest don't look my way cause you

Might get pressed I hold that title, real ching spammer I'll ching till there's

Nothing left your haja was screaming, why she got beat Her son got 7 rams

In the chest see Mox and his sis got something in common there's something

Up in the guts Mox slipped up, he was screaming **** Made it to his stomach

Yelled out Kalas Bro Hitman, he's nuts Bro GB got numerous guns Bro Vlone

Tryna grip on a firearm Catch him a zombie, let that struck

Tryna link a tuck in the 9 grounds T1 Abel got cheffed down Spinning the H

We were there when the sun's out barber shop put 3 in his head, ouch Steppa

SY got an evil smile got blood on their face like bloodhounds Snapchat locate

Just got intel pushing in remix, head to the C now Yeah we put the melt in, melton

For the beef, it weighs a ton catch me a zombie, somebody help him

Doing way more than puncturing lungs Brown skin, fat ass in a bahti

Gloss on her lips, oh damn she naughty This Marzi don't got a car key

Shank on my lap, still chingin in a heartbeat In jail you learn and meant to reflect

But I'm busy plotting on violence gun to his head, having thoughts of him dying

Bro's like why is this **** just smiling I'm trying to get a black cunt off

Stomp on his chest when his heartbeat stops even though when the fuckboy's dead

I'm still gonna ching, ching, ching if you see me pop them doors with a 4 foot long

Run cause you might get c**** Yes, cheff and dig out his chest

Don't look my way cause you might get pressed I hold that title, real ching

Spammer I ching till there's nothing left Your haja was screaming, why she got beat

Her son got 7, rams in his chest See Mox and his sis got something in common

There's something up in the guts Mox slipped up, he was screaming ****

Made it to his stomach, yell out khalas Bro, Hitman, he's nuts

Bro, GB got numerous guns Bro, Vlone tyrna on a grip on a fire

Catch me a zombie, let that struck MK skin was black so Hitman shoved that

Crowbar deep in his head Reesco slipped in the 9, didn't have my shank

So I whooped his ass instead Anything O get, shot and stretched

**** no shit, I'm fucking vexed I learnt to be friends with my anger

Splash him down till he's dead, dead, dead Initiate that glide, don't fuck round

Put your game face on, bout to kick that goal in

Hop in a Ford and broski's focused Jumped out, smoke him, hocus and pokers

Choking on blood, his final moments But I ain't never witnessed that

Kick your door, I'm quick to attack Anything black, you might get packed