[Intro]
(Okay, Daniel)
[Chorus: Datrix & Adonis]
Aye
S-Step on these niggas, don’t run, I’ma catch you
Whip out the Mac, if I see, I’ma blast two
You had a head-start, how did I pass you (Gang)
Don’t lose your life over bein’ so extra
You niggas play Chess, while I’m playin’ Checkers (Yeah)
We spit that fire, bring you to the nether
Fuck up your members, the killing aesthetic (Let’s go)
(Adonis, bro, stop playin’ bitch)
Where you been, nigga? I’m pushin’ these P’s
Movin’ these P’s and these pints, when I step in the scene, got these fuck niggas nervous
(You wanna be gang, you need you a body)
T-T-The way that I’m livin’, I’m not goin’ to heaven
Niggas be sinnin’, I got more than seven
Count up these bullets, I count more than eleven
[Verse 1: Datrix]
(One and two and three and four)
Too real for these niggas, they don’t understand
I make me a bag but I first had a plan
Dead like your Stan
Niggas on dick, when I run up this chop’, niggas turn to your fan (Yeah)
I send these threats like a bomb, if you wanted to go straight to a war, we can head to Iran
B-Bitches on dick, they be on my body
Morty and Rick, whip up the Molly
I see these fuck niggas bitchin’, I told them to stop it and pick up a weapon
(Stealin’ yo’ girl, she look like a dolly)
Run up the stick, watch these niggas get nervous (Woah)
Bully the opps, I’m the biggest disservice (On God)
E-E-Empty the clip, we gon’ cause a disturbance (Let’s go)
[Verse 2: Adonis]
Like why the fuck these niggas actin’ real nervous?
Nigga be walkin’, like where is your permit?
Pockets be green, they be lookin’ like Kermit
Spendin’ my bag and I made it right back
Lovin’ the way that the Glock hit ‘em up
Nigga start runnin’, I’m callin’ and goin’
Walk down with shots, he get hit in the guts
Get put on the news, nigga, that’s tough (On God)
Seein’ your candles, I’m blowin’ them out (Damn)
Just like my nigga said, choppa go pew
Nigga be stupid, I swear that he dumb
Feed him this perc’ then I had him his gun
Pop out the cut and he do it for fun (Pop, pop, pop)
Smoke with that stick, we gon’ get us a dub
Money be stackin’, I don’t want do ones
Only want hundreds, you trappin’ for none
[Verse 3: Datrix]
We killin’, we killin’, we really dope dealin’
The Patek gon’ come, it gon’ shine through the ceilin’
We make a few mill’ then hit up the store
Got FNs and chops, but I really want more
Like damn
Nigga be whippin’ it up, ravioli
King of this shit, no one really gon’ hold me
[Outro: Datrix]
King of this shit, nobody real gon’ hold me
Fuck nigga play, we gon’ aim at his homie