[Verse 1 - Dylan Ross]
Grippin' with a motherfucking tone to yo dome
When you're alone in your home and I finna click
Finna let this missile rippin', let it bust all through your shit
Gloves tight, Glock tight
Loading up the 9 junt
Jump up if you wanna test these nuts I'll bump you with this pump
Jump up if you got some ana if ur dumb enough to have it
I'll turn the television set off if you causing static
I'm reppin pizza click and I'm like eerie hound, you dig
Tie you up in the dungeon and then I skin you like a pig
It's only hatred in my wicked soul, I have no love
When I'm evading the murderous scene and only thing I'm leaving is [?]jagged glove
Me and my breadwin, 2-11 for them herring bones
Announcing 187 in the hood with megaphone