[Verse One: Lil Wyte]
  Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
  Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
  When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
  And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
  I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
  It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
  I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
  So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
  I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
  And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
  I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,
  Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
  You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
  Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
  So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
  You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop
    [Chorus: repeat 7X]
  We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
    [Verse Two: Lil Wyte]
  Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination bitch
  I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading bitch
  And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation bitch
  And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you bitch
  Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealth
  I created and sculpted, molded and made myself
  I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell
  If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself
  My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight
  Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flight
  Better watch I will ride especially at night
  I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte
  So before you come tricking you better think about life
  You only got one you see and you better live it right
  Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice
  Think you gone come out of here, come on bitch roll your dice
    [Chorus: repeat 8X]
  We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
    [Verse Three: Lil Wyte]
  I'm bout to crash, the clubs break da law
  Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
  If it's killing season aint no reason aint no need to stop
  I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
  None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock I still don't feel you mane
  Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
  When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floor
  I must confess I aint about shit
  But if you think to cross me bitch
  You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey, and empty out your pockets bitch
  Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
  With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec
  Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxic 'in
  Walk right thru the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in
  Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene
  Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuck'in with me
  Chair to your bizack go thru my head when you ignite the flame
  Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain
    [Chorus: repeat 8X]
  We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in