Aw.....I'm comin' through the fog,
Dressed in black
Knock Yo muthafuckin' head off
Bitch nigga stop playin' wit me

First Verse:

Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there,
Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair
I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose,
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter,
I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter,
Hollows come out like blat-blatta
I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed,
Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room,
First thing flinch I go boom,
With the sweeper I sweep like a broom,
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound
When the Moon come out, that's when the snakes come out,
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought,
You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it cuz I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin',
So I can uh-abuse the bitch,
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch