[Verse 1: ace.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
K-K-Killing 'em all, killing 'em all, you know we killing 'em all
All of my n***as be raiding the, raiding the mall
You know they won't get it all
Come get your mans, pussy is starting to fall
We shot 'em up like a ball
Nobody dancing, but what you gotta say at all?
If you want, then we can brawl
Ch-Choppa like a drum 'cause you know it got kickback
I don't want your girl, n***a, come and get your bitch back
Blade on my hip, yeah, you know I'm 'boutta switch that
Switch like lightbulbs, get your body flipped back
Pi-Pi-Pistol 'boutta go bang, bang
AK on me, I'ma let it sing, sing
N***a, I don't know you, we can't hang, hang
Please don't talk to me, you ain't gang, man, yeah
We both shottas, ain't intertwined
'Boutta shoot our shot, like, damn she fine
N***a said he know me? Damn, he lied
Choppa 'boutta go meet that boy and he died

[Chorus: ace.]
Now I'm botta be for real this time
You are not a friend of me get in line
Loads on her shoulder like gay design
Keep a Glock on me im talkin' .9
[Verse 2: RJLDiablo & ace.]
And I carry all my features, keep talkin' shit (Haha)
They shot but I'ma keep walkin' it (Yeah, gang)
I roll up to your place with a Glock and shit (Fah)
I'll make your family cry while I'm gettin' the chalks and shit
Pussy tryna talk, like, I fucked your mum (No Dami, bitch)
So why you talkin' shit about the number one?
I'm creepin' on your block with a gun for fun
When you finally regret you'll say, "I'm done, I'm done"
Now I'm 'boutta be for real this time
I'm posted with a shotty and I keep a .9
Bath in your blood 'cause I'm happy you died
SP1CYxXxT3DDY with the pack, suicide
If you don't wanna die then keep it cool
'Cause I'm 'bout that shit and I keep a tool
And bitch, don't try to play me a fool
Because RJ's in the building, he don't follow the rules (Gang)

[Chorus: ace.]
Now I'm botta be for real this time
You are not a friend of me get in line
Loads on her shoulder like gay design
Keep a Glock on me im talkin' 9
Now I'm botta be for real this time
You are not a friend of me get in line
Loads on her shoulder like gay design
Keep a Glock on me im talkin' 9
[Verse 3: SeaOhDeeWhy]
I am better then the average bitch
When i fail ion need a stitch
I get back up to move some bricks
All i be doin is dropping hits
Unknown world wide best clique
Fuck everyone that smokes a nic
They be eating all type of shit
Me and ace ***************
You walk on a tight line
I glow, no i shine
I dont know, fuck yall rhymes
I finna blow up, i know im right
Give me a break, hell a fine
Im not safe i am inclined
To leave this mental decline
Are you being for real this time?

[Chorus: ace.]
Now I'm botta be for real this time
You are not a friend of me get in line
Loads on her shoulder like gay design
Keep a Glock on me im talkin' 9
Now I'm botta be for real this time
You are not a friend of me get in line
Loads on her shoulder like gay design
Keep a Glock on me im talkin' 9