text: Still a Very Rare young nigga
  Still a Slauderhill nigga
  Still a Sunrise nigga
  Still a Deepside nigga
  I think it’s bout that time
  Think its bout that time we tell these niggas
  I’ve been a nobody
  I’ve been a member of The Fall
  Let’s go, yo
  Aye
  I am the lyrical veteran
  War-struck adrenaline
  Pussy boy, who you is better than?
  Grippin that pistol grip
  Yo bitch is submissin so I make her pistil grip
  Murder and kill her jits
  I strike the fucker refusin to give a shit
  Cock in her mouth to show you what I’m bout
  Yes I fucked her then made that bitch shoot her kids
  Three heads like Cerberus, geeked off adrenaline
  Feelin like Shaq, I’m a dunk on the pig
  He dirty like Derby, she suck me like Kirby
  I murder the fucker then eat on her clit
  I fantisize bout a Japanese bitch
  She fantasize about sucking my dick
  She wanna be famous for shaking her anus
  I told her to Kim K and fuck on the flick
  I got the pistol grip
  I’m down to pistol whip
  Yes, I got the pistol
  Yes, I got the pistol, bitch
  I’m down to pistol whip
  Yes, I got the pistol
  Yes, I got the pistol grip
  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
  Yes, I got the pistol, bitch
  I’m down to pistol grip
  Yes, I got the pistol
  Yes, I got the pistol grip 
  I’m down to pistol grip 
  Yes, I got the pistol 
  Yes, tommy the pistol grip
  Yes, I’m down to pistol whip 
  Yes, I’m down to pistol 
  Yes, I’m down to pistol grip 
  I got the pistol, bitch 
  Yes, I got the pistol