Hook: Pressa 
Yeah 
They know that talk [?] throat 
They know that'll spill she ain’t talkin double cup 
My little?nigga?15 and all?he see is blood 
And all he?see is blood 

Verse 1: Shy Glizzy and Pressa 

Shy Glizzy 
You got a body, oh wow 
Murder for hire, pow pow 
Big dog I'm no little Bow Wow 
I'm here to take you out for some thou ous 

Pressa 
Take him down, we need that (need it) 
Murder caught on camera we gon’ watch a recap 
You lose and you gone bitch there ain't no rematch 
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman 

Shy Glizzy 
But though the mail we send him straight to hell 
Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell 
They try to give me the death penalty i'm not gon' tell (No No) 
I'm returning all my enemies that's fucking real 

Pressa 
They don't like me but they gon' have to fuck with it 
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist 
I keep my circle select and always one in the head 
You see my lawyer Anthony I highly recommend death 

Shy Glizzy 
What’s up hoes, don’t make me put this pump to your fucking dome 
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on 
She say come on, told her ok baby I won't take too long 
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won’t leave me alone 

Pressa 
Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas cappin they ain't really slime 
Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35 
Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie 
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassas never die 

Shy Glizzy 
Dollar signs (Ching ching), All the time (All the time) 
And all the dimes, they fall in line 
Won't never do no snitchin’ Nuh uh no sir (Uh uh) 
These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin muy [?] 
(Young Jefe Holmes) 

Outro: Pressa
They know that talk [?] throat
They know that spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood