[Verse: 530Mase]

I am the lyrical demon for blood I am fiending I don't need a reason you bitch
I am a miracle pleasing you folding and creasing the fuck are you screaming for bitch?
Fuck with the wrong fucking region you will get the legion we cold-hearted freezing you bitch
I am not playing or teasing you need some more seasons these bitches appeasing me bitch
My homies show you the chopping block
Your homies ask you to grind on your rock
We on the top 'til the day that we drop we pop off and chop off no regrets don't get caught
I stabbed your homie now he's chillin' there dead
He tried to throw me he saw the bloodshed
You pussies crack under pressure we breaking the threshold and all your blood vessels your dead

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]

I got the pistol grip (Ayy)
I'm down to pistol whip
Yes, I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol, bitch (Ayy)
I'm down to pistol whip
Yes, I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol grip (Ayy)
Yes, I'm down to pistol whip
I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol, bitch
I'm down to pistol whip
Yes, I got the pistol (Murk)
Yes, I got the pistol, bitch
I'm down to pistol grip
Yes, I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol grip (Ayy)
I'm down to pistol grip (Ayy)
Yes, I got the pistol (Ayy)
Yes, tommy the pistol grip
Yes, I'm down to pistol whip (Ayy)
Yes, I'm down to pistol (Ayy)
Yes, I'm down to pistol grip (Ayy)
I got the pistol, bitch (Ayy)
Yes, I got the pistol (Ayy)