niggias claim that they got guns and im gonna be bleedin/
but to my lyrical triggers yo flesh ill be feedin/
I aint changin nutin i still murk ya brainless/
but ya blood never touch me thats y they fuckin cal me stainless/
and on some of yall niggias im droppin lyrical bombs/
and if u tink i dont go hard just ask ya moms/
I still spittin bullets out these lyrical guns/
yall thugs niggias sposed to stand up yall first to run/
i gun niggias like yall down for fun/
i shoot down ya lyrics while im pissin on ya spirit/
nigggia like m only asscociated wit the peper/
i aint been singed and i already got a fanclub of haters/
yall niggas scared of me i got ya quakin/
2 minutes after this is posted somebody gonna be hatin/
im still poppin at yall niggias still murkin you still shootin random bullets still hurtin u/