Alright here we go Just dropping in gotta grab me some loot Only got me pistols like I’m in my birthday suit It’s a orange chest got me a sniper now yo boys in rout Straight pursuit Coming for dat ass time to execute Callin me crazy Na call an institute homie got a gun man I’m glad he can’t shoot Can’t vault a window man shit don’t compute Thinking yall can take me that shit is hella cute Played y’all ass like a mother fuckin flute Since u down there how about u shine my boot And next time u cross my path better hit that salute Now your place u Bitch ass recruit Can’t hang with the dogs when your only a pup In the gulag wish yo boy some luck I hate this gun man what the fuck Guess I’ll just Cook this Granade and just blow your ass up Now I ain’t trying brag Na I ain’t trying to gloat Word of advice u better fucking hope That U stay outa my scope I see yo ass peaking over the slope I’m just fucking better I kno it’s hard to cope Godly with the sniper something like the pope Trying to sneak up on my squad I think yeah that’s a nope Spitting the truth never know to sugar coat Raw with these skills yeah I kno ima goat I’m sailing smooth up here On the mother fucking boat While u struggling just to stay a float No need to cry no need to mope Next time mother fucker try not to choke Cause I hit my shots that’s y your armor done broke Try to test me your a fucking joke But I guess u can say now that your ass is woke It is what it is I guess that’s all she wrote