Текст песни
Put your body on the beat, that’s a track with a stamp.
Bitch, I snap your vibe, leave your clique in a clamp.
Bitch, I snap your vibe, tired of clowns in my ramp.
I don’t play with liars, I crush ’em where they stand.
Bitch, I snap your neck, leave your corpse in the dirt.
I don’t miss a shot, make your blood spurt.
Slice ’em up quick, leave the scene smelling burnt
Bodies stack on the floor, watch the hatred churn.
Every move you make, I predict before you prank
Fake-ass clowns talk loud, I silence with a yank.
I flip the scene quick, leave your ego in the bank
This ain’t a warning shot, bitch, this shit go blank.
Bars hit surgical, make your ego rot in the dirt
Clip full, I spray first, leave these punks all hurt.
I don’t play, it’s perverse, every move is a work
Stackin’ racks, I’m immersed, enemies gon’ get murked.
