Wait, bitch, watch where you're walking
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'm talking
I might put him in his coffin
If he want smoke, then why he coughing?
If you want defense, bitch, I'm offense
I could run this shit, I'm jogging
Hit yo' bitch, it's my favorite target
I love to flex, I do it often
And I'm better than these motherfuckers who I could beat him with it
Like, do I need a reason when I leave a fucker bleeding?
I'ma chop it up into pieces and make you motherfuckers eat it
I'ma put a fucking blade up in his neck and leave him bleeding
I'ma put him in an oven 'cause I came in with the heat
Like a bake of, I'ma grab him by the head and rip his face off
Hit him in the head like a drum, turn the bass off
Dancing with a glock 'cause your head finna take off
Motherfuckers talking about the life I live
They don't wanna talk about the price I paid
Friends took a loss when I flipped the page
Motherfuckers think I'm noble, but we're not the same
Would you give anything for an ounce of fame?
Even if you knew it would just amount the pain
Or would you turn to the fucking pills just to drown the pain
Or would you take it like a man?
Bitch, watch where you're walking
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'm talking
I might put him in his coffin
If he want smoke, then why he coughing?
If you want defense, bitch, I'm offense
I could run this shit, I'm jogging
Hit yo', bitch, it's my favorite target
I love to flex, I do it often
And I'm better than these motherfuckers who I could beat him with it