Flashbang, that's a photo op My shooters take you out the f*cking picture like a Photoshop A thousand knives coming at you, that's a Saka Moto(?) shot The 93-R machine pistol that'll Robocop Three round burst mode, blow your f*cking fingers off Lights out, black ski mask, and the ringer off Action and reaction, akhi, I don't even think at all The (?) out of Italy, the ‘caine is out of Singapore Yall know I'm never running out of ammo The yoppa keep spitting like somebody chew tobacco Screwface, ox under the tongue, I'm a wacko Sentence you to death, blood feud, and I'm Draco That's the sound of the machete chop Beat a motherf*cker til his eye end up like Fetty Wop I had motherf*ckers going south for the birds You ain't doing nothing, actions speak louder than words