Lyrics:

Ain't no running when we taking off your dome

You my opp so now I gotta get you gone

Hope the feds will bust through your door

Hope the feds will bust through your home

You is not Crazen you a clone

You got time facing you a drone

Call you out I had to get in my zone

Up the poll and then your face gon' get blown

Yeah that's choppa sounds

We gon chop ya down

This a AR-15 hold a hundred round

She was only 15 when you came around

You'll be seeing 15 when we bring you down

Ain't no GD because you not getting far

You on GD acting like you are Guitar

Keep on strumming, keep on grooming, you'll be behind bars

Put a pedo in the dirt he ain't gon see the stars

A to the E to the I to the O

This quarter-life scaly has got to go

You puny little shit got caught on the fly

And the only excuse was and I quote “sigh”

“Gonna get your account confiscated”

Bruh, stop making this shit complicated

Your mind is probably constipated

From the little hut juniors, you want to play with.

With your dragon tail stuck between your legs

With that poor excuse of a developed brain

With your golden ticket to the pedo train

You try to hide but you’re the one to blame

You try to hide but you’re the one to blame

You try to hide but you cannot escape

You try to hide but you can't runaway

Can't runaway from this, no no no

Ain't no running when we taking off your dome

You my opp so now I gotta get you gone

Hope the feds will bust through your door

Hope the feds will bust through your home

You is not Crazen you a clone

You got time facing you a drone

Call you out I had to get in my zone

Up the poll and then your face gon' get blown