RAHHHH - sped up

And here comes number 13, Mr. Alt

Coming from the three-point line right now

Oh, shit, that nigga's dead (oh my fucking God)

He keep talkin' out his neck

He gon' meet that fuckin' "Ah"

We gon' kick your door

One, two, three, and four

You gon' hear that "Rahhhh"

Murder what she wrote

Saw him in the scope, I'm bouta rahhhh

Front page of the post

He ain't get a note, that nigga died

Knock up at your door

Let me in, bitch, I'm gon' need that neck

Fuck he talking for?

Stay up on that bench, don't get pressed

I might take your ho, give and go, pass it to my left

And that fire I tote, lethal weapon

It rip through your chest

Heard she got a big ol' booty

Told that bitch to make it bounce

I'ma get up in that coochie

Kill that cat and dog her out

They gon' "ARF" when I "ARF"

'Cause they know what I'm about

Shit get wicked on this side, I suggest a different route

Fuck that nigga up

Fuck that nigga up

Steps in this bitch, break necks in this bitch

Kill tec in this bitch, shout out X in this bitch

Give a fuck about your vest, we aim for heads in this bitch

I say, "Yeah, trick, yeah"

I'm the best in this bitch