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[Intro]
Maxo
Go to Hell

[Chorus: K!NG SLVM]
You think you so funny, Will Ferrell
The last thing he saw was the barrel
If I say, "an eye for an eye", a n*gga not playin' himself
You think you so funny, Will Ferrell
The last thing he saw was the barrel
If I say, "an eye for an eye", a n*gga not playin' himself

[Verse 1: K!NG SLVM & ZOTiYAC]
Homie got some pole like some Activis
I got the peace on me, but I'm no pacifist
If I blow his brains ain't no botanist
I do the dash and get gone like I'm tracking sh*t
And my homies come, they stay wacking sh*t
Look like Team Rocket, send him through the atmosphere
And swear to God, I'ma come back to here
Last thing he heard was the choppa go "bra-ta-deh"
Choppa had him doing backflips
Set that boy on fire like matches (Fire)
A n*gga want smoke, so I pass it
Run up so dirty it smell like a cactus (Ayy, n*gga)
And pus*y run to me like catnip (Uh, pus*y, uh)
She come throw that neck, so I catch it (Ayy)
The b*tch give me brain like a math test (Ayy)
I want her face like a n*gga on Catfish
[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
Grr, pull up and wack sh*t, skrrt
Slide through with lil' cuz, and we semi yo' axis
Give you a ratchet for talking that wack sh*t
Catch me and rapper gang, wrap him in plastic
He just left me a opp, I ain't stash it
No Jeffrey Dahmer, drop bodies in acid, b*tch
OG disposable tactic, sh*t
Please don't back talk, I'm just smashing, b*tch
Lend my lil' homie the chopper he eat sh*t
Shooters go hard and know all of them heat sh*t
'Member in middle-school we used to beat sh*t (Refleet sh*t)
Now I keep two guns with like three clips
These n*ggas not on no street sh*t
Wipe down a block on some sweep sh*t
We don't play games, we be equipped
Keep playing tag with this MAC you gon' be it, n*gga (Maxo)