[Intro: Lil Gin]

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal



[Verse 1: YUNG PLAGUE]

Straight outta hell, ring the bells, Plague is here to stay

Roaches and locusts, they cover me

No halo hovering, follow me in yo' grave

Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times

Thy kingdom come; thy will be done

And still you wonder, "who am I?"

I am the devil's son, born and raised

Preaching $uicide, googly eyes

"Tell me more!"—okay

Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my dick

I scorch the plains

Making mountains crumble, glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'

I'm lord of the plagues

Load up my—

Wait a fucking minute, I got more to say

Threatening swordplay

Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane

Lil Plague breaking fortés

$carecrow in the corn maze, haunting board games

For war, we pray

Plague is cold in Norway

Hanging from the doorframe with sores and stains

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grey

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grey

For war, we pray

7th Ward, the grey

For war, we pray



[Verse 2: LIL CHOPPA]

Death is inevitable

The fucking $carecrow walkin' on his tiptoes

On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister typical

Hearin' the fucking voices through my window

(Begging to be dead!)

But no worries

Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife

May thy rise for the Yung Christ—never even died

My father has forsaken I

I'm still $uicide until I die

It's an eye for an eye

Speaking of I, I— (someone help me out...)

See the reaper having a busy season

Won't even let me rest, while I'm sleeping

It's gettin' harder to watch from the bleachers

The father of evil

Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people

Xanax eatin', close to lethal

Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles

So I grew up a fuck-up (Pow! pow! pow! pow!)

Load the nine up, my time's up, yeah (Yeah, yeah)



[Outro: LIL CHOPPA & Lil Gin]

Grew up a fuck up

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

Load the nine up (Fuck all this shit)

If you bustas slippin'

(My time's up, fuck)

It's this .50 finna—