Aye, aye
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up out my way
I've been hidin' In the hills, I'm practicing my fucking aim
Got you in my cross hairs got a target on your fucking face
Boltin' back the .308 and send it flying through your brain
Hollow heart hound put two slugs in my chest, watch me flex
Only down for gang, no one else, it's fuck the rest
You think you goin' hard but you lame bitch, I am not impressed
.45's got sticks and knives you better hide, I come for necks
Hidin in the bushes 'cause we're apex predators
Ready to die motherfucker, I ain't scared of ya
Runnin' full speed and we always stay ahead of ya
Fuckin' with the team and it's gonna be the end of ya
Raising hellfire from the sky and it's coming down
Red laser beams from the south, we ain't frontin' now
Have you acting crazy like we turned a verb to a noun
Hit you in the ankle with the click, clack, kung, pow
Left everything away for better days
The appeal is so meticulous I'm careful with my ways
You seem deranged inside you challenge all the reasons to deprave
I guess you gotta see it through and take your
Dumb ass to the grave, okay
You're falling down a rabbit hole
Like Alice wonder how to cope
A chalice filled with all the smoke
You take a sip inhale and choke
I been so tired of you breathing down my fucking neck
Take a walk before I prove to you that I'm the apex
Bitch I go Cujo for that neck (What?)
Talkin' shit you next
And bitch I might kill for that check (Yeah)
You betta keep a vest (What?)
My mental hangin' on by a thread
Don't test the patience I got left
Or I'ma knock you off with this lead, aye, aye
You can catch me out in the field, I'm always stalkin' ya (Bitch)
Ghillie suit, I'm all in my camo, my spotter spottin' ya (Brra)
I can tell you never on shit, that's why I'm mockin' ya (What?)
I know I got 'em all in they feels, that's why talkin', yuh
Aye, aye
I'm about to snap at any moment, stay up out my way
I've been hidin' In the hills, I'm practicing my fucking aim
Got you in my crosshairs got a target on your fucking face
Boltin' back the .308 and send it flying through your brain
Hollow heart hound put two slugs in my chest, watch me flex
Only down for gang, no one else, it's fuck the rest
You think you goin' hard but you lame bitch, I am not impressed
.45's got sticks and knives you better hide, I come for necks