Verse 1:
Dummies ask me why I'm always yelling, "fuck a cop,"
Like they don't repost all the shit that I've been talking 'bout
See they don't think with criminal intent
Crooks have to balance out the risk and consequence like
If you crush a cuffed man by his neck
And that results in a death
Then the punishment is death
And if he got a gang protecting that said killer
Then y'all going to turn all these victims into killers
(Know what I'm talking about?)
My big little Samoan homie named Jackson
Keeps a cricket bat the size of shotguns in the passenger
Free 03
Free Billy T
Free my homie Thumpеr, caught my brother on his third swing
That punk ass judge called, "strikе!"
And since he totes spokes like a bike, gave him life
They took our OG's off the street into a prison
And now we put a grown man's burden on his children
And now he's getting lessons from a lying ass rapper
That takes all their directives from a cracker
(Know what I'm talking about?)
I'd rather eat a bullet for free
Than to have a Scooter Braun say he's fucking with me, nah
Chorus:
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up like a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Let 'em have it bruh
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up like a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Let 'em have it bruh
Verse 2:
See I ain't really tripping off of statues
I'm focused on the crackers protecting the statues
The white people who believe what they believe
You be dead as Robert Lee fucking with someone like me
Tell your tita have my baon in the oven
And fuck your dumb Trump loving Filipino cousin, boom
Same energy as Snoop in New York
Talking shit like Snoop did at the Source Awards but in court
(Y'all don't love us?)
The judge ain't go no love for Bambu?
(Let it be known then)
Judge went and hung me out to dry like a clothes pin
Qanon theory that's an era
Trump and little girls, are you really not aware of?
Defund the police means move money
Abolish the police, now that's a free country
Defund the police, move money to the streets
Then abolish the police let the homies go free
Chorus:
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up like a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Let 'em have it bruh
I'm down to fight a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up like a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Know I’m talkin ‘bout
Verse 3:
Yeah we ain't got the luxury of time
Police and militiamen is drawing out a line
They made a couple statements, but you ain't read the signs
I answer back with 9's, AKs with quick slides
Eeeyii patay 'tay, di pwede siyang sumabay
Ilibing niyo lang siya diyan, he gon' dry up in time
We ain't border designed
To say the islands aligned
7000 fucking islands, bruh, quadruple the tribes
Just to illustrate that there ain't been control from the jump
But since we fightin', let's unite and turn that million to one
Sound like a million from one
Oh that's a hundred round drum
That's a kid squeezing the trigger sick of eatin' on crumbs
See he think with a criminals intent
He knows he see money made, he see money spent
He talk with an accent but he don't give a fuck
The only thing he need to say is, "give that shit up"
Run it
Run it
Chorus:
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up with a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Know I’m talkin ‘bout
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up with a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Let 'em have it bruh
I'm down to kill a white supremacist
I'm down to put aside funk just to settle shit
I'm down to link up with a gang full of gangs and
Brrrang little homie do ya thing
Know I’m talkin ‘bout
