Huh, Hey shootbaby
(Hello? Xanman?)
I-I wish I knew that, you know what I´m sayin´, I wish I knew a lot
Ooh, ooh, huh (Hey Turk, Sparkheem)

Rifle got hair and triggers, I just bought her a wig
I love what she do when she get in that bed
Rob a nigga, we just shot him instead
Not a family guy, but my bitch look like Meg
Yeah, none of these niggas don´t shoot
I´m droppin´ that shit off MW2
If I get highed up, you can catch me off goop
This Drac´ got real wood, they call me Groot
I told you, if this bitch cheat, I´ma kill her
This bitch got a mind of it´s own like Matilda
Fuck I look like buying guns when I build ´em?
Hol´, grab the Glock right there, I´ma leave him
Walk down with that Drac´, it´s that season
Alvin and the Chipmunks, bitch, I´m Ian
Put the F in the ??? feel like Fajita
Cut ties with a bitch like Kanye did Adidas

Yeah, I wish I knew that this Drac´ ´bout to hit him
I wish you knew that I was talkin´ to bitches
Twenty-five in the clip, it´s like Christmas
He tried to cross me but he ain´t Christian
I´m a fuck nigga, I´m not for GloRilla
I take all the shit like a picture
I poured a whole six in a pitcher
Functional drug addict, I´m addicted
Give me that Fentanyl, this shit hittin´
Give me that bitch number, I´ma hit her
Feelin´ like ???, nigga, I´m not a ???
Fuck nigga got Veneers, we knock out them dentures
Nigga, what´s up with all that tippin´?
Catch him down bad, he [sit in his britches?]
None of these niggas not trappin´

Wipe the blood off my shirt with a Popeyes napkin
I ain´t totin´ no ghost, this manufactured
Could´ve made a move with the .40, what happened?
Can´t believe what I made off a five dollar mattress
I been lookin´ for blood like Morbius, Dracula
Got purple tips in my gun, look like lavender
I ain´t saving no bitch, this not Greys Anatomy
I pulled out the stick, he like rap battling
Too sharp with the gun, I could shoot out a cavity
My dawg still selling that Scooby like Daphne
Put three in his head like a triple-a battery
I wish you knew how I feel, no hope
Put his head on the fridge like a suicide note
That nigga not shootin´, ain´t lettin´ no stick go
Her head was so good that I came in like six strokes

Glock 7/11, get killed for a big gulp
Look up to Ted Bundy, they call me a sicko
Yeah, let´s see who spinnin´ this shit like a disco
Let´s see who make niggas duck like limbo
High off that Fentanyl, done hit a lamppost
I wish these bitches had somethin´ to stand for
I put a band on his head like Masenko
Bitch-ass nigga ain´t lettin´ no Drac´ go