text: Two banana clips and they taped up 
  Cut the stove on and let it cake up 
  Hit it with the cold water til it lock up 
  Hot water make it lock a little faster 
  Im so Slaughter Gang, Im prayin to my dagger 
  Started rappin for the money, Im a trapper 
  Internet thug, he a gangsta on 
  Way too many diamonds, put my chains backwards 
  Aint game, I dont
  Aint no disrespect, 4L, aight
  Thats all I know
  We dont play the radio, on my momma
  Thats all I know
  Fuck a handgun send the heat with a chopstick
  Big bullets start then he got stumped in a moshpit
  Gun aint got no safety, one in the head, on cop shit
  Yeah I make a lotta hits songs but I drop shit 
  Nigga put some money on my head, cause I take shit
  Put some ass shots on the AR, it go ape shit
  And Im 21 4L, aint no fake shit
  I dont hang around no leg shooters, nigga we face shit
  Slid inside your bitch but I was mindin my business 
  She aint had no titties, so I bought her some titties 
  Grill fucked up, I took straight to the dentist 
  Say she want some food so we just skrrt to a Wendys 
  Many men want me dead, got me feelin like 50 
  You went and wrote a statement, so we call you a Mickey 
  Keep a 4-5 Nicki, dont get hit with the blicky 
  And if you want some smoke, we got that shit by the chimney 
  Bitch, my youngin got a body at just fifteen 
  Promethazine, bloody red, like its 
  I just ball up, paid for seven more lean 
  Dont touch my co cause Ima flash, bitch you know me
  I be treatin that dope like its proteine
  Wherever Im at Im just waitin for the pop off 
  I let some shots off 
  Finna play, bitch Im whippin that Glock off
  Who the fuck taught yall?
  Dont walk over cause lil boy, we dont know yall 
  Young nigga come from like a smoke town 
  And I still ride around with the four pound 
  You sendin shots and we sendin them back, we go battle for battle for that
  Try to run nigga shottin your back
  We gon run up and get your shit cracked
  Im just lookin for a slime, 
  I get that ass, dont pay no cash and drop her off at Sacks
  When its time to go war Im gon go all out 
  These bitch ass niggas tryna blow some smoke and straight blowed down
  Jump in a crowd full of drank up, I dont follow 
  Let one chain come from out my neck, we shoot these dawgs down
  4K, Trey, Northside
  Aint nobody safe, bitch ass niggas
  We put guns to the face 
  I aint really worried bout you niggas
  How the fuck you niggas gon beef with you? You aint killed a man
  If we take your shit, nigga, you cant get it back
  You got two Ms and you are rich, nigga
  Yeah lets be exact
  Try to tax me and you get whipped, nigga, we dont go for that
  Try to run up with my shit, nigga, leave your ass dead