Money my motivation, no Kelly Rowland
Got that white girl for you, that Lindsay Lohan
I turn my phone off then I wake up in the morning
Turn it back on and them fiends still be calling
For I see the judge in court gone for a plead
I’m tryina give each other a tryina off a quarter key
I cook it up, I bring it back
Young Shawty getting money you know slinging crack
Unwrap the dummy on the list for the black on black actions
Got the balls pissed off you the next main attraction
Next target, next body, underground flagging
My niggas move right, avoiding blue bird accents
We ain’t cuffin nothing, we gonna go to war
Hunting season all you duck niggas got involved
Bank rolls, hollow tips deposits, close the vaults
Bang without a purpose gonn get you banged for a cause

We on the block, we run the town, 
Everybody know about us man we shut it down
Nigga talk slick, we shut him up
And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up
We hit em up, we hit em up, we hit em up
And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up

It’s mister law, Nicholas Cage, 
Homie know the war my flow so 3.57 boy
Let em off, through your door, hit man a rap
Bring you death like the coroner
Leave you topless like a Mardi Gras
I murder y’all, spit deli bars, hit them lions raw
All you do just food like way, oh like confetti boy
You not ready for
I spit the cold war, like it’s my call of duty
Nigga you all gone
Kingpin, that’s who I be, make money or take money, this is our creed
It’s hunting season, our enemies who wanted beef
I load it up, I cock it back nigga and let it squeeze
RIP boom nigga, bye bye, you all die cause my watch says murk time
My goons on the black beats, more when we attack, well I am ..
It’s a rap, it’s a rap

It’s hunting season, I can smell when you bleeding
I scalp commercial rappers, leave they head line reciting
God forgives, I don’t, the game’s mine, I got that street fighter flow
I spit yoga flow rhymes, 
Famin’s got the frankestein, he creates the monster jams
My flow’s sharper than the blades on Barraka’s hands
You rap cats ain’t the shit, y’ll the ass crack
I put a motherfucking bullet through your snapback

We on the block, we run the town, 
Everybody know about us man we shut it down
Nigga talk slick, we shut him up
And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up
We hit em up, we hit em up, we hit em up
And if you keep talking shit then we hit em up.