text: I can tell these niggas scared the way they talk
  Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
  Pull up on your block, white chalk
  Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
  Ima cut your fingers off if you shout
  Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
  Hundred round drum, round of applause
  Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus
  I drink lean and I pop Xans
  Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
  Poppin molly nigga, San-Tan
  Im back on that bullshit again
  I wanna fuck your best friend
  I just went a bought a brand new Benz
  Bitch I came from the bottom
  We was starving, we was robbing
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  We aint with that friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  Catch em out back, roll the window down and smash
  Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass
  Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot
  I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a blue
  Im the Slaughter King nigga, I dont give a fuck about you
  You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon come out the blue
  Bullet holes in my body, paranoid Ima pop it
  If you snitchin Ima pop it, wrong move, Ima drop it
  .15 in my sock, trappin at the bus stop
  Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  Mind your business, bitch
  We aint with that friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  That friendly shit
  Catch em out back, roll the window down and smash
  Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass