I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill I'm hoping you'll understand And I let go of my hand Rob who? I'll clap you up, boy that's an easy kill Eighteen, but I'll transform him like a pill I'm goin' hard, stomachache, bitch I need a meal Think I'm playin'? The whole Lam' gotta eat forreal We get it poppin', you'd be surprised who up in the field 300 tryna catch a body, call it Holyfield The dour got me super focused, boy this shit I'll I'm drinkin' Remy, no chaser, 'til I fuckin' spill I can't trust a soul, they ain't who they say they is Niggas is bitches, they'll snitch you to a hundred years A small circle, no new niggas, I ain't switchin' gears A body gettin' dropped every day, this shit real A lotta niggas say they real, they ain't really real A lotta bitches say they bad, they ain't really bad Niggas talkin' 'bout they cash, like what they had Niggas say they got that bag, man they wish they had (that bag!) I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill I'm hoping you'll understand And I let go of my hand Rob who? I'll clap you up, now that's an easy kill Only The Family in my eyes, and nigga it's a drill Fire a slug, got him sizzlin' like he Emmett Till Niggas claim they in the streets, I'm out here for real Can't trust too many bitches They be low-key and sneaky Pillow talkin' to niggas Turned to be opposition Now he woofin' to bitches Why you woofin' these bitches? Now he sleepin' with fishes Two cups fucked up my vision Ay Lil Moe, bro I miss you After that I kept distance Nobody tell me shit You know that I won't listen If I start, I'mma finish To them I am a menace I got the 40 in his mouth like I'm a dentist I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill I'm hoping you'll understand And I let go of my hand