Without a Trace

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Dancin' with the devil, I'm just meaner John Wick shit, no Ballerina Mob boss, peep the demeanor This Oblivion, 'bout to be a heater You know that I always go for the throat (For the throat) Jugular vampire, ain't no joke But for real though, had I used my scope There'd be a hole in your forehead size of a Coke (Ahh) These other rappin' fuckboys, I'm not feelin' them Put 'em in The Pit with Buk Norris and he's killin' them (And he's killin' them) That label on your beanie got me turnt up (Turnt up) Then sent off in the air, we call that murder [Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why) Put that thing in they face (And they go bye) Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45) Then disappear without a trace (And that ain't no lie) [Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] 'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch [Verse 2: Boondox] I'm not the only one that'll pop With zero hesitation, put 'em in a box, it's a lock And I don't give a single fuck 'bout who you are or you not Bitch, if you want it with The Mob, bring a Glock and a mop And pack a lunch and a suitcase, sendin' y'all to Hell Shawty nutty as a fruitcake, trigger never stale Shooters campin' on the roof sprayed, now holy as a grail Pull that Ruger out the loot crate, you know it never fail And I'll be dancin' on your coffin, two-steppin' with The Reaper When I knock you off your noggin' I'll be reppin' for The Creeper Throw the seven in the sleeper, John Doe with a heater Throw it back like a beeper, spillin' blood by the liter [Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why) Put that thing in they face (And they go bye) Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45) Then disappear without a trace (And that ain't no lie) [Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] 'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch [Verse 3: Claas] Yeah! 'Bout to make their eyes witness blood red (Yeah!) I don't give a fuck like a punch-in (Hah!) Get it? These motherfuckers 'bout to know sin I hit 'em with the sly smile, damn that shit's a cold grin (Yes) Got my knuckles on a course for they whole chin (Blaaow) Fold 'em 'cause they got bad hands, Texas Hold 'Em (Texas Hold 'Em) Ha, guess they didn't listen when we told 'em That we control 'em and they'll be missing, yeah, when we roll 'em (Roll) See, bitch, we golden, most of these rappers are fuckin' rodents We keep it goin', that's fuckin' fire, that shit is molten (Ha!) And we ain't trollin', keepin' it savage like The Mongols and Leave you and your homies unalive, here's where your road ends (Bye bye) This shit's a time bomb 'bout to go off (Blaaow!) Detonate and laugh while we watch your world go dark (Go dark) Underground Avengers, we them GOATs (We the GOATs) 'Bout to blow this bitch to oblivion, this ain't a hoax (This ain't a hoax) [Pre-Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] See me reach for my waist (They gon' know why) Put that thing in they face (And they go bye) Send 'em all to outer space (With the .45) Then disappear without a trace (And that ain't no lie) [Chorus: Boondox, Bukshot, & Claas] 'Cause y'all done got away with murder now for too long Think it's finally time to learn that when you do wrong Hidin' up with all your brains up in your lap bitch Walk up right behind you, if I find you, make it clap bitch [Outro: Bukshot] Ayy Ayy Ayy Ayy