Verse 1 Come at me with the big clip, Look at me like a witness, Got a couple the trouble is doubling up the quickness, Subtly with the tricks its, Devilishly just my wrist flick, Slide in dms to see em I'm popping up like some dick pics. This aint nothing to shit with, Lay em out pike a picnic, Birds upon the cards they been prepping us up to flip this, Strip bitch, I wanna see skin like we doing fitness, Kick this, Twist up some red sticks like its just lickerish. Got some issues with script it's outrageous, Leave me strapped with a holster now hold up now thats dangerous, Look em up the cooks on the books we got Sangster's, Gangster's, Nigga got tecs on us like Kansas, Green on my skin the anger is like Banner, June July unexpected we like cancer, Black o'heat we kinda like em Black Panthers, Smack on beat we kinda like dancers. Chorus Tired now youre running out of breath, I thought that Id lay all my respects, Make you know I never needed help, Thought I'd just come introduce myself.