Cheerio!

He want his credit for the kill, he be slidin' with no mask

If we got the tank on empty, then we slidin' with no gas

We got pills inside this chopper, we pop mollies at yo' ass

He keep talkin' out that mouth, I get my killers on his ass

Cheerio, bullets eat his body like some cereal

clearing you, you un-armed and my gang imperial

Miracle, it's a miracle, if we don't deal with you

Ain't no numbers on our Glocks we scratchin' off all serials

I'm from chiraq where it's cold and you know you gon' keep a Glock

Ain't no back and forth on Instagram, I let my heater talk

Load the clip and dump a couple shots and then we speedin' off