(beat: 22Gz Sniper Gang Freestyle Instrumental)

(Verse 1)
Comin right outta the jungle, my choppa 50 round mag make you stumble, makin you bitches be humble, get on yo knees, get ready for deez, if you really wanna rumble, dont go and flee, dont do no retreat, keep on fightin til you die beggin please, police, wanna fight me, wanna catch me, got a full vehicle, 3 homies in the backseat, bitches thinkin that we taxi, bring out the choppa, they will get the runnin, 40-round glocks and that K with the drum in, i got these bitches just mufuckin stumblin, i dont do migos, i dont do no mumblin,

Writin a verse, spellin a curse, dispursin the enemies robbin a purse, i got the bomb, its all in my room, i got these pussy ass rappers in tombs, i got em singin dem tunes, i got em runnin round like loony tunes, they dont wanna mess wit my crew or my goons, i got some guns, loose, you bitches just, snooze, im spittin fire i write in the noon, i go invicible, like six-shooter, ghost rider, high noon, they said hi ye, i said by the way, you better watch yo mouth and yo face, cuz you do no matter, you is a disgrace,