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