Lyrics:

You pull up to a red light
A man jerks your door open, says
"Out of the car, I'm taking your car"
You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me"
You know what I do?
I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead
And spill his brains all over the concrete
(You think you know me)
Uh, bitch I write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg
This is my career not a dice
Never take L's to a light
Bitch I am impervious to type
So young bucking at advice
New Glock leave it up to Christ
Fit for a Joker need a Harley
Don Callis never been a carney
And you know we showin' out for Darby
Me and Tina bucking back at Ike
You a diva we gon' drop the mic
New Glock leave it up to Christ
Ayy
Uh, why would I show you my hand?
I'll put on a show on demand
I was on the show, who a fan?
These boys never made a profit
You ain't doin' shit **** stop it
I see who y'all biggin' but it's gas
Grown men co-sign trash
Log off go find bags
Two Glocks tucked in a bag
New switch they gon' get attached
And they said we never gonna last
Deathloop you ain't comin' back
Them tweets cost you a life
You ain't had a hand in the hype (Nah, man)
Uh, bitch I write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is a theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg