I got Hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch
Big steppin', they don't do nothin', I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, then ain't worried, look

Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes
Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lotta poles
You better have your flag
if that's the game you chose (Let's go)
You better hit the gas and get your name alone (Bitch)

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out
you won't fuck with slime
I leave that paint out at your name out
put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
Was tucked up and come with a burse
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

You scared to take your ass to church
And can't no pastor stop no headshot
Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off
Knocked out, that bitch head off
I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, bah, bah)
No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst
Bitch, try anything
Nigga, this that Squid Game
Bitch, I make 'em cop out
When you catch him, let that six hang
Bet he gon' get knocked off
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down
We let that stick off from the street
while your family 'round
If you beef, my bodies creep up
Fire from the Glock put you to sleep
I'm in the Bayou, in the seat
Big slimes petite, we wet your feet
We bang your curb, bitch, play with me
Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week
You know I be fuckin' all them streams
I love to hear the chopper speak

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out
you won't fuck with slime
I leave that paint out at your name out
put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
Was tucked up and come with a burse
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

And I had to grow up, I was talkin' out the blood
Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch
Time to shoot up the scene, Glock 17
no lemon squeeze and no switch
I'ma make you scream right off the bat
I up the Gat' so don't flinch
Can't get this monkey off my back
I'm poppin' pills with dopin'
Never gave the world a TEC-9, fuck a hater
bitch it's my time
Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron
since my big brother Day died
Certified stepper 'bout mine
come off the top with that iron
Up out my motherfuckin' mind, son, they gon' die by my fire
I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in growin' up
I keep tryin'
I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines
Control the gas, the one who drivin'
bang that red, he a slime
Got low eyes, but still don't try me
I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out
you won't fuck with slime
I leave that paint out at your name out
put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
Was tucked up and come with a burse
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch

I got Hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch