Verse 1: I take my gat out. Shoot these n*ggas about. Get the f*ck out. The bullets through the body makes the b*tch pout. n*ggas rest, there's no doubt. Better take the left route. f*cking n*ggas tortured, hear them all shout. (Dumb n*ggas. f*ck n*ggas. Half pint b*tch n*ggas. pus*y n*ggas. sh*t n*ggas. Dumb n*ggas. f*ck n*ggas. Half pint b*tch n*ggas. pus*y n*ggas sh*t n*ggas.)
Verse 2: I know these n*ggas grew up shooting all punks. Blow brains out, blew out chunks. And stuff they limbs in trunks. n*ggas dont know who they dealing with. Thought a7 was a myth. Now these n*ggas get the f*cking diss. I don´t give a f*ck bout these fools, cause they fools, shooting all n*ggas up in school. I hate the first world teens talking sh*t about society, n*ggas have varietys of choices. And opinions. n*ggas are my minions. I hold these n*ggas high like a pinion. (Dumb n*ggas. f*ck n*ggas. Half pint b*tch n*ggas. pus*y n*ggas. sh*t n*ggas. Dumb n*ggas. f*ck n*ggas. Half pint b*tch n*ggas. pus*y n*ggas sh*t n*ggas.)
Verse 3: f*ck yall n*ggas. Yall know how it goes. Watch as my hurricane inside of me blows. n*ggas get a rip of they clothes. Cause when they saw a7 thats when they froze. n*gga, I got cons, I got pros. Watch them bleed painfully, cut they throat slow. Wanna see me, just sit in the front row. These n*ggas f*ck it up, while I keep my flow. n*ggA!