Yokai -

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas

Body bag fillas, for my go gettas

Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa

Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas

Body bag fillas, for my go gettas

Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa

Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa

Maniac, all black

Click clack, fall back

Take ya bitch, dog that

Flip switch, roach trap

Dead case, solve that

Gun clap, high hat

Click clack, absorb that

Boy, brrat, boy, brrat

Pistol to ya melon quit the yellin imma count to 3

Lowin on the block with my scums all surrounding me

Still up in the trap where the hustlers and the addicts be

Poppin shit’ll get you split, turn into a tragedy

Beat you to a pulp, with a sock full of batteries

Shotty to ya dome make yo ass defy gravity

Fuckin bitches sake sippin nigga had to quit the lean

Young scummy money gettin scum gang matayean

Ruger spit, pop ya back I came up in the game was really doing it

Pop ya black I came up in the game was really shooting it

Move the piff, split the spliff release the pits

Screaming honey get the kids, screaming homie jump the fence

Purge the yay, ball of eight, have em twisting turning ways

Purge the yay, ball of eight, flip it double up the pay

Okay now Chad did acid once and now he be hearing voices

I had to link with 69 because the beefing was pointless

Was closin curtains in the hearses while y’all boys was wearing purses

Servin service swerving in suburbans rims scraping the serpants

Put em in a coffin, toss em

Smother em, cover em

Dirt bed, «Dead"white shirt said

Muzzle em, put him in a lot nail hammer and bang

Till my body break the chains its scum to the gang (squad)

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas

Body bad fillas, for my go gettas

Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa

Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa

For my cold killas, for my soul liftas

Body bad fillas, for my go gettas

Tre eight grippa, dope brick flippa

Bad bitch hitta, foreign drop whippa