[Intro] Woah, woah, Uno, I killed it

[Chorus] Juice cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose
Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof
Point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop
Look at my wrist and it's bussin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't wait for nothin'
Ice on my neck and it’s chillin' like tundra
I get that bag, then bury the money
All of my diamonds they should be [?] [?] I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal

[Verse 1] Oh, yeah, I think there's a killer on the loose, uh
She's a bird, give me that lil' neck just like a goose
Sippin' dirty, I do not ever sip on goose, yeah
That's the word, I will put yo face on a shirt
Sippin' on liquor [?] Take over the troop and eradicate it
All of these bitches be minutemaid
[?] like emancipation
Bitch I'ma ball like a cancer patient
[?] with the estimation
Bitch I can't fuck with no destination
Sippin' that act, bitch I'm dedicated
Yeah, what, what
Travis, you killed it

[Chorus] Juice cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose
Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof
Point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop
Um, look at my wrist and it’s bussin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't wait for nothin'
Ice on my neck and it’s chillin' like tundra
I get that bag, then bury the money
All of my diamonds they should be [?] [?] I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal

[Verse 2] Oh, yeah, I think there's a killer on the roof
I just might have to put some bullets in that roof
Daughter askin' why you sleepin' in a suit
All that, ask you how you end up in that loot
She pop a Perc' and she ape, I pop a addy ain't sleepin' for days
Baby mama suckin' dick to get paid
Thinkin' she bad but she really basic
When she is suckin' that dick, she ain't brazy
Bunch of y'all niggas ain't havin' no taste
Leavin' the store, boy you better be great
'Cause I got a shotty right under the table

[Chorus] Loose cannon, I think there's a killer on the loose
Loose screw, I think there's a sniper on the roof
Point that nigga out if he faker than you
Bitch, I got big diamonds, they dance like hula loop
Look at my wrist and it's bussin'
Look at my wrist and I'll bust at ya cousin
Choppa gon' hit 'em, I don't wait for nothin'
Ice on my neck and it’s chillin' like tundra
I get that bag, then bury the money
All of my diamonds they should be [?] [?] I get that choppa like I'm in the frontal