[Intro] Yeah… yeah… BOOM BOOM BOOM! [Verse 1] Mask on tight, black hoodie, no trace, (BOW BOW!) Glock got a temper, put a opp in his place, (BANG!) Hollows start flyin’, ain't no room for no grace, Caught him lackin’, now his momma cryin’ up at the wake. I ain't with the talkin’, boy, I’m known to get it poppin’, Drum hold a hundred, when I up it, ain't no stoppin’, (RAT-TAT-TAT!) Switch turn the Glock to a fully, now it’s choppin’, He was actin’ tough, now he slumped, body droppin’. [Chorus 2] Spin through his block like a Beyblade, rip, (BOW!) Switch on the Glock, make it stutter like brrrr, (BRAH BRAH!) Body hit the ground, now his name on a clip (BOOM!), Yellow tape up, now his gang lookin’ sick (BOW BOW!) [Verse 2] (BANG!) I don't do remorse, I just double up the score, Caught him at the light, left his brains on the door, (BOW!) Brody in the back with a beam and a torch (BANG!), Turn his ride into a hearse, now he takin’ his last tour. (BRAH BRAH!) Heart cold, I ain’t never felt regret, All these demons in my head, I ain't even break a sweat, Spent a hundred on a chopper, that’s investment in respect, (BOW BOW!) Bullets tap-dance on his chest like a set. [Bridge] Click-clack… that's a head tap (BOW!), Talkin’ like a killer, where your mans at? (BRAH BRAH!) I don’t play games, this ain’t blackjack, Cross me once, you can’t come back (BOOM!). [Chorus 2 ] Spin through his block like a Beyblade, rip, (BOW!) Switch on the Glock, make it stutter like brrrr, (BRAH BRAH!) Body hit the ground, now his name on a clip (BOOM!), Yellow tape up, now his gang lookin’ sick (BOW BOW!) [Outro] You shoulda stayed in your lane... "Yeah, it’s handled." OH NOOOOOO! OH OH OH OH …I CAN’T FEEL…NOTHIN’… (Gunshot BOW! … silence for a second) WHY THEY TAKE MY DAWG?!? (AHHHH!) WHY THEY PLAY WITH ME?!? (GRRRAHH!) I GAVE ‘EM LOVE—THEY GAVE ME HATE, NOW IT’S R.I.P.!!! (BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!) "I ain’t comin’ back from this.