"Get down let's see your hands see your hands!

Let's see your hands everybody hands!

Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?

Don't nobody move!

Don't get out of the car stay where you're at"

Verse One:

Niggaz in the street that I dislike

You better get this right

These days what the fuck is a fist fight

Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks

When I can lick off shots and put they ass in a box

Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook

You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took

Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate

So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates

So if you wanna misbehave nigga

I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger

Yeah motherfucker you heard it

Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered

Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid

But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid

So you can take all that Rocky shit home

Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone

Cause I ain't got no patience or energy

for motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me

Step up and play me like I'm soft

Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin motherfuckers off

Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly

Two to the head about four cross the belly

Steady givin niggaz the runs

Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns

"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground

Get on the ground

Hands behind your head"

"So, so what are you gonna do?

Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!

Verse Two:

You punk-ass nigg