text: Yuh, you know what Im sayin?
  Im off the acid, oh no
  Cris Dinero on the track
  You dig? Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh, ooh
  Bitch, I came to kill, on my mama 
  Pussy boy talk til I hit him with a llama 
  That bitch dont understand
  When she just dont want no drama
  That baby mama, drama
  I dont wanna talk about it 
  Bitch I came to kill, on my mama 
  Pussy boy talk til I hit him with a llama 
  That bitch dont understand
  When she just dont want no drama 
  That baby mama, drama 
  I dont wanna talk about it
  Well, hello there!
  Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom, uh
  Head bust, fucking head bust your head open, uh
  She gon bust her legs wide open, pussy broken, uh
  On yo block, all up on yo block, Im sittin, smokin, ayy uh
  Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my dick in my Glock, ayy
  My blade dont like cops, ayy
  Whats that? Whats that? Red dot 
  Grrra! Gratata, ayy
  Shoot at pussy boys
  Cant fuck with pussy boys
  Put a pistol on pussy boys
  In Jesus name—
  Bitch, I came to kill
  You and yo mama 
  Voo-Voo-Voo-Voo
  Yo medulla oblongata 
  Blood drippin, it spill
  Look like salsa 
  Cock back it up, yeah
  That back poppin piñata 
  Okay
  Brr
  Pow!
  Run It Back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back
  This is how you feel?