Yeah You already know who it is Diablo Let it burn How you gonna talk on the hearses I be killing the beat and verses Gold chains rapped my neck Like Fuck rap Bustin' like an addict With an uzi Full automatic Cause motherfuckas be running there mouth So if you ran how much you ran your you be fit Maybe i am depressed Maybe i am anxious But gold dipped in a fountain on my ankles This is just a hobby I am gonna neuro surgeon But you just be bustin with shawty Like fuck rap Bustin like an addict With my semi automatic Mothafuckas be running they mouth Now check my out I got bitches i got hoes I got red designer clothes No we aint fuckin wit dat Just bozo with couple of face tats Spittin loke i have rabies Foaming out my mouth We a pack never leave nobody behind We prowl and attack from behind Mumble rappers thought they where safe Wit those tats on yo face Now you not Ha ha ha Yeah You mothafuckas cant get away with yo shit Yeah i am gonna make a hit Cause i was made for this I chose my side Now you better choose you side Cause you dont want a fight Neither do i I want a flight I wanna travel the world But i came from the underworld so fuck you Im done