[Part I]

[Verse]
Big man, hit man, get back up at the sight of my hitmans
Ripping, shredding, man's been at the gym, fam
Feeling like I've lost a limb, damn
Fifty with the big bands, you can not forget, man
I been through the pressure, I vow for the lesser
Schooled by rappers, I'm callin' 'em all professor
Beat a game of chess for her just to impress her
Nah, don't call me a simp, ain't Poki tier 3
All you fucking idiots better stay away, don't come near me, ayy
One pound of weed, that shit's what I need, ayy
These bitches being afraid, don't come near me, ayy
I said, I said, stay the fuck away if you come into my town
'Cause I got hittas that'll put your fucking facе in the ground
Grew up all alone, siblings movеd out of the country
Stress piled on me, crying is the fucking only sound
That you'll hear if you come to me with your cunt-ery
This shit called peace is not what I found
I've been looking for something, I been lookin' for sum', G
Uh, see, I'm like Jake Paul, I'm a dummy
Haha, am I funny? Hopefully, I'm runnin'
For a record deal, check the seal
Cook for 12 minutes, shit, I put it on 6
Bitches fuck with me just to multiply kids
But I am one myself, I'm fed up with the shit
I can't be a fucking dad, this ridiculous shit
Bitches fuck with me just to multiply kids
But I am one myself, man, I'm sick of this shit, yeah
People say I'm s'posed to be killing motherfuckers on Call of Duty
But what's the point? Harassment and shooting?
But what's the point? Getting made fun of for a voice?
Fuck you, I can't help that, bitch, I've left you with no choice
So run, run for your dad's gun
Comin' up the stairs, had a bad run
Had enough of runnin' from the police, dun-dun
You hear knockin' on your door
That's me with a MAC, spraying lead up on your floor
They said I need to fucking grow up, mature
If you met me real life, you'd know I'm like a reverse 0-4
What's the point of being a hero for
People who want you dead, I'll take your daughter as my newly wed, bitch
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Lava cake and bitches, came from rags to riches
Lava cake my business, I healed from the sickness
I had more the litness, I fucked your bitch, she hit this

[Part II]

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, lava cake, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with the spy trigger, my, my, my what? (My what?)
My what? My thot be on some other shit you fucking lot
Uh, had enough criticism from these Discord mods
Releasing bangers and you know I'm in the number one spot
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the fucking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherfucking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop
[Verse 1]
I be on some other shit indeed ('Deed, 'deed)
You say I'm a monsta and I've gotta agree (Ayy, ayy)
Might fuck around, make these other (Stops) bleed
And I need to proceed and take all your lean
I'm a fiend, you ain't me, and I'm mean
Take your team, I'm a referee, yee, yee
Remember '19, when we going, "Yeet!"
But now we matured, OnlyFans feet
Lavake on my plate, got your sister goin', "Sheesh"

[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the fucking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherfucking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop

[Verse 2]
It goes one, two, three, for your bitch
Made some profits, you got' stop it
I'm gon' drop it, you fin' cock it
Lips, they lockin', and I've had enough of talking
God, I miss the days with Tocket, ayy, ayy
Get the same pay, way, way, way
Ayy, ayy, yay
Uh...
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the fucking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherfucking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop

[Verse 3]
Don't make me pull up (Ayy) with the blicky
Got my rod looking sticky, you ain't nuttin' but (Ayy) a shitty
Little man in a van, drive a Sadan
My colour is black, that's what my gun be
Bitches tryna run me, thinkin' that I be attacked
Came up with a plan that's cracked
I just pulled up in the shack
Ride 'round, we smoking on crack, ayy, ayy
With the (Lean), with the (Team)
We (Machines), we pull up with a (Beam)
Man, I'm done with the shit, and I (Ayy) just fucked your bitch
'Cause I'm rich...
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, got 'em