On Your Marks

[Verse 1]
They wanna know my story
Close your eyes, it gets gory
This lifestyle was meant for me
The shit that I did, all the shit that I done
Ain't nobody done this shit before me
S.I.'s the team I was running with
Better beg for your life if you wanna live
No rules, bring the beef to your mother's crib
'010, fuck drip, I just wanted sticks
Head shots when I aim, no leggies
Tryna put him in a box like eggies
This a .44 bully, not a semi
No beef, all my opps been buried
R.I.P Shirx, when I come pitch the works
Me and Butch in the dinger tryna take you off the Earth
First name Snap, last name Shooter
My mentor was Mover, my gun game super

[Hook]
On your marks, get set
Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC
I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head"
Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead

[Verse 2]
Hella spinners, never catch me timid
And you can hold two like Greenwich
Fuckboy, I'm a king in my neighbourhood
The fiends love my crack and they say I've got that crazy buj
Step on my toes, I'll pepper your clothes
The weapon it blows, anything goes
Got several flows, I'll sever your throat
Most definitely a G.O.A.T., TEC in the coat
I'm taking the coke fresh off the boat
Hella beef in my own ends, blow skengs
Tryna kill all my old friends, old men
I ain't making commotions
The .45 blow, sound like explosions
Niggas ain't killers, they just kill when they're posting
Squeeze on the trigger to release my emotions
Blue steel gun but the shells are golden
I'll have you in the morgue, name tag on your toe's end

[Hook]
On your marks, get set
Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC
I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head"
Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead