Can't keep rappin' bout murders and biters, gotta keep that confidentialPull up BP truck with a hundred-something plus, I'm Ryan PresidentialPolice tryna indict me for all of the * I be sayin' on these instrumentalsI wanna keep the opps so bad I ain't had no cause to spend all the rentalUh, uh, demon baby lord, I'm a sinner Keep beatin' this bitch, he mad at meCause she wanna be with a winner Got no money, she ain't been eatin'It look like her waist got slimmer She wanna be my missus, I just wanna *I don't wanna be her mister I don't trust none of theseWhen you come around me, don't get on the phone and whisperKnow you can't * caption, I liken they statusLast * for a picture, catch me in traffic And I get active, it's hard to control my temperYou can't tote that gun if you ain't caught oneWhat the * you gon' do with the pistol?Alright, uh, I told AC let me outRemember one time I was blowin' this bitch?So fast I shot my window outWe got the drop to his crib, I ain't shootin' up *I'ma wait till it come outHow many times he *** my dog, that's how many times he get *I ain't no regular rapper, I love to spinWe drill for realI ain't just puttin' this gangsta * on beatsWe really, for realBefore I wave my flag or tuck my tailThe guy get in the fieldBefore I do a drill, let me tuck my chainI'm workin' some hemsCaught the curb in the big body Rango truckAlmost flat in the wheelAin't spill no blood or stuff, don't *I really know how that feelBe comin' on hits just to act like aJust be actin' like steelLittle brokeCamera replayin' that * like it realI know a got shot in his faceLeft like Emmett TillTold I was gon' get rich in the futureI feel like PhilBefore I start doin' this rappin'It caught me a buzzI ain't know nothin' butI could go do me a drill and function soberDeep peelAlrightCatch a head, give me a thrillMurder for hire, I'm droppin' a bag on OpsI'm tryin' to getIt's finna be a whole lotta bloodAnd brains all over the placeAnd they gave me a dealThe feds and the DEAI heard them crackers on my heelsJump in the V and catch you aBut be with me, I'ma show you my murder skillsTryin' to put the people in the smokeWhen I get here slowI'ma show them we purged for realTryin' to *** for viewsAnd post my songHe don't even know the words for realFirst time blowin' the chopLebrun was shakin'I told him to hold the steelDon't post when they blockThey know I'll pull up fastThey know I willPull up, blastLeft on thisKept shootin' that's an overkillI don't be stuntin'When they talk that *These niggas be a whole thrillPunch hoes in the wallsWhen they get madI put hoes in Ops for realYou better be ableTo tell them that manThey gonna find that *Now out of my streamNow out of my stream