this nigga talk about heat as if he pack one
but the only pistol's he carry around is cap
gunzmy flow a bomb and dog u trippin the wire
i'll put black holes in ya head the size of michelin tires
i'll hit in the front, than go for ya sideview
bludgeon u wit bars to knock out ya IQ
im the sickest around, who u sposed to b?
i hope ya kept receipt ya rhymes sound broke to me
homie im good wit the knife n the gats is simple
come against me n we gon clash like cymbals
i'll leave ya rhymes shattered, ya body beat by the door
GUNZ is walkin funny cuz he hang wit
guyz GALORE
u betta duck when the gat burst, im the one to clap first
n u betta know im the illest on RAPVERSE
so stop runnin ya mouth like u travel wit gats
like a pack a Reynolds this battles a WRAP
HAAAAA