Hidden Hills 100 BILLS RACKING KILLS YANKEE WITH NO BILL CREATING RHYMES JUST TO GET A DIME AIN'T GONE LIE YOU REALLY FINNA DIE COMMITING BAD CRIMES WITH ALL OF MY GUYS LOOK MOM I CAN FLY WE SOME REAL BAD GUYS DROP YOU LIKE SOME FLIES YEAH MY WHIP REAL DIRE BARS THEY JUST ON FIRE IN SO GOOD WON'T KNOW WHO TO HIRE LET'S FLY HIGHER TRYNA ACT ALL BAD STILL USE THE WORD RAD YOU A CHAD CRYING TO YOUR DAD THESE THINGS IN MY HEAD WE CAN KNOCK YOU DEAD YOUR BODY WILL BE RED LEFT FOR DEAD OH MY GOD YOU JUST GOT BAD TASTE THIS AIN'T NO RACE STAYING AT MY PACE SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE THERE WILL BE NO TRACE LEFT THAT CASE