作词 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand
 作曲 : Frank Childress/Divjot Anand
This Hench Mafia, *****
Get yo' ass hit with the grip
*****, it's Hench Mafia
Hit a ***** with a russian AK-47
*****-ass *****s
*****, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh
Face in the guillotine, chop his head, I slice him up (C'mere)
*****, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh
Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the lord cannot save you
Send the preacher's son to the grave too
Harsh, but **** it, pop told me to smoke 'em if them boys play you
If they snitchin', I choke 'em, get hit for tryna say who
Them Hench Mafia *****s reckless, don't want know what they do
Ship them rockets out here from Texas,
You can tell how they shoot
Pockets skinny, look at him REST, he forgot to eat breakfast
Fed that ***** some Texas toast, this Texas TEC to his nose
Embroidered Bawskee on a hoodie, not no regular clothes
And all my ******* are 10s, these not no regular hoes
I blow so much ****, and boy, this not no regular smoke
XD up in my pocket, "Du-du-du-du-du" and he gone
Ain't nothin' changed, *****,
I still feel right when I do wrong
It's one change, just the paper, it was short, now it's long
The one witness was the neighbor, now that nosy ***** gone
*****, it's Hench Mafia, spot him, then I drop him, bruh
Face in the guillotine, chop his head, I slice him up (C'mere)
*****, I always defeat, it never came down to a rival, bruh
Nice with the speech, spittin' knowledge like a Bible
But the lord cannot save you
But-but the lord cannot save you