作词 : Junius Rogers/Vinicius Sosa
作曲 : Junius Rogers/Vinicius Sosa
Produced by CRCL & Yung Germ
ZillaKami:
Ten shots in my HK, spray and pray at your wig (Yeah)
Flash, hook, and then flay, jump you and split your shit (Yeah)
At your crib it's a mayday, pull up and spray yo' kids (Okay)
Bet you pray, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (Huh?)
I won't shake no hands wit' you niggas (No
I don't need no molly to kill ya (No)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)
Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?)
ZillaKami & SosMula:
So your boy be havin' guns, bitch, but run, bitch (Yeah
When that nigga pull his gun, bitch, what's up with ya? (Yeah
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (Yeah
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay, Sleezy)
SosMula:
Why you niggas talkin' out ya rabid ass mouth (**** outta here
Got my black on black nine (Boom), get the back-to-back fire (Boom, boom)
Still in the trap with a pack of crack rocks (What?)
In a matter half time, overdose and flatline (What?)
Who you ****ing talkin' to? Bitch, I slaughter you (**** outta here
Six-shot revolver shoot niggas, I'm honorable (Boom, boom
Death before dishonor, lil' nigga, that's how I move (MBF
Turn your face into a barbecue, bitch, I'm tired of you (Boom, boom
Execution style, murkin' niggas out (Sleezy
I'm in the booth with a rifle now (Boom)
You in the house with a Bible now (**** outta here
What's that saying, "You don't like me now?" (Boom, boom)
Kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground (Mula)
ZillaKami:
So your boy be havin' guns, bitch, but run, bitch (Yeah
When that nigga pull his gun, bitch, what's up with ya? (Yeah
Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas (Yeah
But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay)