{Verse]
(Virus)
Let's [work an angle?]
Postal with my haters, [grab the tables?]
I'm feeling homicidal, more than Abel
Thank fuck it's [only a rash?], I crash the labels
Now look me in my eyes, grab the tables

[Chorus]
Grab the tables
Grab the tables
Grab the tables
Grab the tables
I grab the tables and we crash at angles

[Verse]
I'm [?], I'ma break your ankles
I'm for the people so I move the [legals?]
I couldn't [?], so I move the [?]
Pistol on the dash, I'ma [smack the feds?]
I'm living for the past, I think I'm [?]
I'm living for the cash, I'm really smacking ass
[I'ma steal another bag?], I wrap them up in [?]
I break a [?], I guess it's great attire
I'm rolling like a tire, smack 'em with the iron
I'm throwing misconception, I'm a lethal weapon
Lethal with the [bands?], I'm a Killer 7, uh
Minute 7, with the presence
I can't [?] with no peasants
I'm with Migos, I'm a terrorist
I got bullets, and it's present
I got [?] for the [?]
I got [?] for the nerve
I got bullets for the cursed
I got gear, I could bury 'em
[Outro]
Postal with my haters, grab the tables
I'm feeling homicidal, more than Abel
Thank fuck it's [only a rash?], I crash the labels
Now look me in my eyes, grab the tables
Grab the tables
Grab the tables
Grab the tables
Grab the tables