Ain't no one in your villa real
I went to Man City to test yo heart
A desert eagle's what you ought to buy or clearly you've got no smarts

You can see us in your crib, what up son
I swing a lamp hard, leaving bone shards
We kill your young, nanny and her son

Bullets bends 'em 'ard, so don't start
Your bars caca, you're high as a kite if you're ever dissing my flow
You better check yo'self

It's a hazard, tryna kick it wit pros
Act like the iron robbing, van per-see-say pistols will blow
But if I give him ten like Barcelona

He'll be lying all messy and missing a toe