SINALØA Original Version
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don't duck, bitch, what's up?
We don't duck, bitch, what's up?
I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained
That shit I'll take to the grave
That shit I'll take to the grave
That shit I'll take to the grave

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
I spray the K ambidextrous
Snatchin' her necklace, wildin' like bogies off Actavis
Banned, stuffin' the duffel with bands
Holdin' the dog, it get snatched out your hands
Say say, spray K, K-Nay lay lay
Every day-day gettin' paid, never catch fade
Glock and a .22, Glock and a .22
Niggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo
Little fuckin' cokehead wanna go, tell him, "Let him go"
Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload
Say what I want, nigga, fuck all your feelings
I run with that heater, that's heathens to demons
You talking, not fightin', my fists don't got reasons
My nigga's don't reason, that's hoes that be speakin'
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula!) Thug life, bitch had a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach (Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin' (Blaow)
Ran through the east, like, who block want it? (Fuck outta here)
Got the bitch down and I smoke all the dirt
Bust out the back like a hole poker shirt (Big bags)
Bust your bitch ass, need more and more Percs (Slide)
Your favorite rapper a broke, hold his dirt (Fuck outta here)
What happened to you? (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Laughing at you for havin' to shoot
Sawed off will take off a fraction of you, Mac Baller views (MBF)
Mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe (Slide)
I was 16, sellin' crack by the school
Million in cash, all the racks that I blew (Mula!)
Look in the mirror, who nicer to you?
Biting my style like Tyson would do (Mula!)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don't duck, bitch, what's up?
We don't duck, bitch, what's up?
I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained
That shit I'll take to the grave
That shit I'll take to the grave
That shit I'll take to the grave
[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]
Boy, fuck you thought?
Nigga, my hands don't talk
Nigga, my bite don't bark (Brrt)
Fuck you thought? Nigga, you ain't no star
You slide up and get lockjaw
I paid for the Glock then I came to the block
Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time
I paid for the rocks, I stuffed in the socks
One sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch
I run up on nigga, go ape on a nigga
No face, no trace, no case on a nigga
Black switchblade to the face of a nigga
Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga
Scum Squad, don't know y'all
You scu face, I'll split y'all
Get pieced up, no Jigsaw
Run up wrong, get hit torn (Squad!)