Load up my big nine, (yeah) now I'm finna (yeah) shoot to kill
\nIf you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do (yeah) the deal
\nLoad up my big nine, (yeah) now I'm finna (yeah) shoot to kill
\nIf you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do (yeah) the deal
\n
\nIt's that R-E-V-E-N-G-E
\nTo the r-e-a-p double oz
\nWit' that t-e-c to the nine on me
\nTalking blacked-out Jeeps
\nWit' some broads on me
\n
\nGot three point five in my blunt, on me
\nSaid you wanna fuck wit' me?
\nTake a cap to the knee
\nTake a baseball bat—
\nStrike one, two, three
\nPut this chrome to your head
\nTake the metal like Greece
\n
\nMatte black rolling
\nKeep a strap on me
\nGot a Glock .45 wit' a big rеd beam
\nTalking triple six
\nGotta rep my tеam
\nI don't wanna talk money
\nLess we talking green
\n
\nWit' a couple blue Benji's
\nTalking stacks on stacks
\nGot a couple hundred bitches
\nTrying to scratch my back
\nGot a couple mother fucker's still on my sack —
\nLike, go get a job daddy's money won't last
\n
\nSaid load the Glock back
\nAll my bullets stay in sync
\nYoung Timberlake
\nFrosted tips, that's an 8-piece
\nCoke for the bitch
\nKeep the Xans on repeat
\nDirty rotted teeth
\nChewing fent 'til my gums bleed
\n
\nLoad the Glock back
\n'til soul starts to deplete
\nZodiac killers
\nBut we not from the Valley
\nDirty South repping
\nCame up on the East B
\nLoad my Tec-9
\nMasked up in the backseat
\n
\nHit a motherfucker, no face, no case
\nPut 'em in another place like Abaddon
\nPussy motherfufkcer, don't say no grace
\n'Cause it's nothing like the place you dependin' on
\n
\nI get the feelin' I'ma kill 'em in a minute
\nWhen adrenaline fulfillin'
\nI'm attackin' like a python
\nHold up, wait a fuckin' minute
\nI'm a really get to drillin'
\nWhen he spillin', it's appealin'—you a bygone
\n
\nBuck at the angels
\nThrow up my fingers
\nKill a motherfucker
\nThen I make another banger
\nFuck all ya favors
\nBitch, you in danger
\nYo' mama's wishin' I was on your papers, aye
\n
\nR to the E to the V to the E to the N-G-E on thee, by me
\nGotcha bitch on my side and she lovin' on me
\nSteady grippin' my nine, give a fuck about peace
\n
\nR-E-V-E-N-G-E
\nBoy, I uppercut the pussy
\nWhen I'm done—minced meat
\nWe been spinning all they blocks
\nThey ain't came home in weeks
\n
\nBuckle up, this shit a ride
\nCall me Santa with this glee
\nYo' main bitch be an elf
\nI shelf her ass and take ya trees
\nOh, lil' shawty wanna shake some ass
\nTell her hit ya knees
\n
\nI got Qs, I got Ps
\nMoney longer, now I'm free
\nKeep Lil Uzi in the trunk
\nThat motherfucker shoot for me
\n
\nYou testing Eryxse R-I-P
\nSame bitch that hated tryna link
\nI tell her suck a dick
\nAnd fuck yo' mother till that bitch can't think
\n
\nIt's that R-E-V-E-N-G-E
\nTo the r-e-a-p double oz
\nWit' that t-e-c to the nine on me
\nTalking blacked-out Jeeps
\nWit' some broads on me
\n
\nGot three point five in my blunt, on me
\nSaid you wanna fuck wit' me?
\nTake a cap to the knee
\nTake a baseball bat—
\nStrike one, two, three
\nPut this chrome to your head
\nTake the metal like Greece
\n
\nMatte black rolling
\nKeep a strap on me
\nGot a Glock .45 wit' a big red beam
\nTalking triple six
\nGotta rep my team
\nI don't wanna talk money
\nLess we talking green
\n
\nWit' a couple blue Benji's
\nTalking stacks on stacks
\nGot a couple hundred bitches
\nTrying to scratch my back
\nGot a couple mother fucker's still on my sack —
\nLike, go get a job daddy's money won't last
\n
\nSaid load the Glock back
\nAll my bullets stay in sync
\nYoung Timberlake
\nFrosted tips, that's an 8-piece
\nCoke for the bitch
\nKeep the Xans on repeat
\nDirty rotted teeth
\nChewing fent 'til my gums bleed
\n
\nLoad the Glock back
\n'til soul starts to deplete
\nZodiac killers
\nBut we not from the Valley
\nDirty South repping
\nCame up on the East B
\nLoad my Tec-9
\nMasked up in the backseat\n\n
