i got the steel and i'm aiming to stain ya WhiTe_Tee
blood run from ya head drip down and fuck up ya nikes
i got this win locked and cocked but nigga i'm no joke
ya text records ya bank account and u about to go broke
i got intentions of folding ya ass up like yoga put slug in ya chest
blood foam up like soda from the whole in ya vest
fuck taking it easy
i'll have the murder scene of ya crime played out on tv
kid u ain't got nothing on me i'll have ya head spinning like rims created by spre
have ya ass laid out on the table like a magazine