RYO

[Verse 1: Swerzie]
I cannot break bread with a thot
I'm finna shoot him where he make thoughts
Act like he hard 'til he got caught
He gettin' wiped out like some snot
Couple of bodies on this Glock
You a nobody, you ain't' Rot, bitch
Just send your location and place
I'm coolin' wherever to spray
Smoking on gas pack, feel like [Mace?]
Smoking on—, he got laid
I'm tryna fuck, bitch, I don't lay
I'm finna set him up for his chain
I'm finna set him up, take his chain
Talkin' on What You On, Rotten, won't see the next day

[Verse 2: Mxlachi]
I bet that he won't see that shit
My arm hurt by the way I mix
That toxic shit, I gotta fix
I put four Xan's in my Fanta mix
Pop Perc's just to get in my mode
Wanna be up in the trap? What's the code
Off a Xan, now I'm swerving up off the road
[?] Glocks like a video load
Got hella drugs in the stash
Bro, I don't know you, don't talk to my ass
I'm finna Paul Walker, finna crash
AR-15 turn him to the Flash
I'm at his door, he did the dash
She a thot so you know I'ma smash
I took too much, finna crash
[?] thirteen, Steve Nash

[Verse 3: Swerzie]
Pop out bitch, gon' leave you dead
5.56 gon' leave you dead
Wifi [lick?], bullet's gon' spread
Pencil tip, he full of lead
Metal rip through his fuckin' head
Special tip for you, play dead
Special trip, finna seek ya neck
Hate this bitch like Joe and Craig
Hate this bitch like Pete and Meg
Mask on, bitch, like I'm in plague
I'm finna crack him open like a egg
Have a shirt with him on a JPEG
I turn his human body to a veg'
I'm finna put his ashes in the sand

[Verse 4: Mxlachi]
I was gone, nigga, had to re-up
I was young sippin' out this [?] cup
You just talkin', I really don't give a fuck
I [?] suck it up, bitch
Every time I post on the 'net, you know they gon' like it up, bitch
Had to cut my last ho off, she was tryna bite it up, bitch
And shawty really for the team, why the fuck would I wife you up? Bitch
I'm the real Kira with this Glock, nigga, I'ma light it up
If you ain't watch that, you won't get it
I'ma [load in?], just give me a minute
I don't aim down, I shoot at the fitted
He a pig, he a lieutenant
He in a fish bowl, my whip tinted
Don't jack me, ho, I ain't in it
I'm shootin' shit, nigga, like Cole Bennett