text: Who wanna catch this?
  Who wanna catch this?
  Bitch please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont
  Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont
  Drop it like-
  Oh yeah, thats so trashy
  How low can you go?
  How dirty can you get? Nasty, fucker
  Drug through the dirt
  Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
  Chain sleaze leather face
  Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
  Whip it
  Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
  Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
  Shut it down
  Forged in the flames, said it before and Ill say it again
  Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s
  Bitch please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont
  Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont
  When shit goes down Ill be there
  With my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road
  Ghost ridin to hell, fuck if I care
  Who wanna catch my droze?
  Give a fuck, blood, I aint goin nowhere
  Templar night and day, live an die by the code
  Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
  How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone
  I am the darkness creeping through your system
  The lash of da whip
  Cracking every bitch
  Into position
  Workin you over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out
  Your subwoofers are melting
  Hear a bitch say, Whys he yelling?
  Who wanna catch this gun clap?
  Shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath
  Bitch please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont 
  Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont 
  Cause I run this lik
  Like dogtown ripped
  That raw shit like none other
  Low down dirty shit
  Shot off this hip
  Death Grips, mothafucka
  Please, you must be
  Smokin rocks
  Real shit for my people
  And it just dont stop
  Bitch, please