Chine Gun

If it's beef—
If it's beef—
If it's beef, listen
—I will blam you
—I will blam you
—I will blam you
—listen, I will blam you (Griselda)
—I will blam you

Ayo, the pack-whipper, gold plastic-wrap-zipper
The MAC-gripper, the two-for-five crack-pitcher
The Ronnie Fieg-rocker, the Off-White biker over the chopper
Mister 23 and 1 lockup
Paint the Wraith Bape Camo, hang out the sunroof like Rambo
Cheese, eggs and grits outta Pano's
Virgil, Vandal, Van Gogh, I lust for bank rolls
Bitches be rubbin' my feet while you chase hoes
I was ahead of my time, baking soda rapin' yola
Stretch a one to two, I copped a Rover
Some niggas wanna hate 'cause I'm greater
Sent my son to hang on the cross, Bulgari down three days later
A half a milli in jewels, I had the 40 on me
Try if you want, I'll spill your brains on your trophy
[Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo]
Try if you want, I'll spray your brains on 'em

Niggas can't fuck with S.E.
Remember that"

Listen, I'm on my J.O.B
In the hood, a live boy, I'ma bang my heat
And I've never been the nigga to pause
If there's beef, fuck 'em, I hit his block
And I'm tossin' 'em all
A lot of niggas talkin' big like they gangsta and such
And the hollows won't flip that truck
Faggot, listen: I will blam you
Murder One Block is what what it is—