CHORUS

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

VERSE 1

Could throw a stick with the no‑look flick

Somehow hit ’em in the chest, fold up, go stiff

Like pap pap pap straight through the vest

I ain’t even tryin’, still leave a mess

But it ain’t even hard when they line up and flex

Wild‑eyed, loud‑mouthed, dyin’ for press

Get themselves clipped jumping into the strays

Just to play dead, stiff pose, crowd amazed

Laid out clean like they practiced taking that fade

Off lines that were never even meant to graze

I was aiming at the sky

But if it hit you, bruh

That’s your bad

Should’ve ducked instead of getting bagged

If you saw subliminals, I guess it’s ’cause you a bitch

I don’t throw hints, if I want to shoot I shoot

If it stung you then maybe that wound legit

But don’t blame me ’cause the blade just fits

Sounds self‑inflicted, guess you should be better

Don’t play wolves if you built from feathers

I said what I meant, not a word was extra

If it hit your chest then adjust that sweater

I break in waves, not bit by bit

Get on the beat, I sink ships

No sneak disses, just hit lists

You ain’t on it yet, don’t tempt this

You don’t want it

CHORUS

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

VERSE 2

Find you in a field

You ain’t dodgin’ these

All my hitters slide from overseas

Pitch and hit

Only Japanese I speak is Yagi Yagi Ohtani

Same shit you gon’ be

Sayin’ when it come to me

Rap like you scared of your own damn breath

Say it with your chest

And get pressed or say less

I don’t posture, I just am

No need to pose when you own your stance

Only thing I ever pose is threat

Don’t care who you got with you

They can catch it too, that’s a package set

Stack you together like RICO

Mix you

and you

and you

and you

together like lines of coke

Cut ’em all up, bag ’em up, snort ’em up

Bars hit hard when I warm ’em up

Cave in a whole chest with a stanza

Don’t wince, it’s just banter

Snap when I write, no cap, no answer

Terminally afflicting, injecting

Every single bar like a sickness infecting

Clip full of verbs, make the beat go cancer

Headshot syntax, sentence ender

Wordplay cold like it’s born in winter

No safe space, pronouns or labels gonna protect ya

If I aim for an opp in a verse, I dissect ya

CHORUS

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

VERSE 3

Act like your curfew, keep you off the streets

I’m the first one steppin’ up to confront

More than the bass gon’ boom from that trunk

More than mouths gon’ move when the real ones jump

Kick to the gut, drop clean in a slump

Got you wheezin’ through your grunts, folded up

Only way out? Throw them hands up

Shit, I’m thinkin’ it’s a must, first round uppercut

I come in peace, but if it ain’t right, I let the violence adjust

I don’t wait, I combust, all gas, all thrust

Ain’t a man that I duck, ain’t a soul I trust

Don’t pull in my lane, you ain’t lapped me once

Tryna drift on my track? Get clapped real quick

Say it loud behind mans, then step back, punk

Pulse go thump thump thump, get slumped

Crowd turn ghost when the heat gets dumped

Still don’t fold when the risk goes up

Still toe lines when the odds get tough

Talk slick, but they never do much

Deadpan glare hopin’ you tempt fate

Watchin’ for a twitch, flinch, blink — too late

Soon as you move: checkmate

CHORUS x2

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts

Kill one or a hundred, we only die once

Blud pop da trunk, we surrounded on all fronts