[Malik B] It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in the Bonneville It's kind of a thrill, my mind it will spill, my nine it will kill Of course bro like crossbow, I bring the force though Hittin your guts splittin your torso It's colder than the North Pole livin unlawful I'm giving you a jawful Of somethin awful Yo my theoretic is leaded, Will come and set it The shit bang and leave you diabetic for paramedics I spit flames and get dames to get change With pitbull bark and lock the shock Don't bother me Och, don't you dare lie to me Och I don't know, who's this nigga that you try to be Och Benefit of doubt had me think you in it for clout Big shit, send it for route and finish him out Joints stiff from rigor mortis While we swimmin in waters, women with daughters Will have us niggaz sinnin with orders