(Verse)
I creep in the dark with the burner on silent,
Mask on my face, vibe ultra-violent.
Scope on the roof, red dot in the moon,
Target locked, one blink—he gone too soon.
Encrypted texts in the burner, I ghost,
Feds on my tail, still I brag and I boast.
Spy in the trap, got the code in my head,
Snitch in my circle—now that boy see red.
I move like a shadow, leave no prints behind,
Lil Nigler the ghost, I’m the last thing you find.