[Verse 1]
Hot nigga, hot nigga, them bullets gon' be hot, nigga
Get in my way I'ma clap any bitch that I see and then bodies gon' drop, nigga
Fuck with my bread, I'm slicing yo head
All of my money, it don't come legit
Cause I'm staining these niggas that think they hot niggas
And dress him up into a fucking hot bitch
Five, four, three, two, one, nigga, you 'bout to see this gun
Blast at yo mouth, make yo ass shout
You up in the house? Then, that's my new route
Pumpkin face bitches, this not Halloween
Finna beat that ass, then, drag you out
I knock on the door with a rifle
No cookies fooling you like a Girl Scout
Living like it's the last day, if I'm talking, then, it's about pay
I got niggas who thirsty to kill any nigga and won't give a fuck what you say (Uh-uh)
Call up yo mama and daddy, let em know that I'm real petty
I got a shovel with me, I ain't talking snow
I'm finna bury something real heavy (Uh-uh)
Might Iike a bitch like I'm Turner
Now that's a real fucking turn up
If you see a bitch with some pale skin
You better notice me, I just burnt her (I did)
Free feature, no boy (Uh-uh), if I'm yo track, it's destroyed (Yeah)
'Cause my metaphors make 'em spin me more
I'm finna fuck 'em up like a fucking whore
Let's get it
[Interlude]
Hahaha
I got one mo fucking verse
And I'm just finna go crazy
[Verse 2]
Yo, let's get it
Bandanna on with the bulletproof vest
Jump out your body, it's a rifle to your chest (Uh-uh)
Moneygram me with my fucking check
Call 911, bitch, I'm finna be a threat
Purse and a wallet, bitch, I got my salad
One man army, when you see me, it's demolished
Known to throw hands, so I'm fucking up my polish
"Don't fuck with me" is the motherfucking topic
Extendos no rentals, I'm in it for cents, so my niggas, we mental, we crazy
We heavy, we deep, we stay up in the streets, got yo hands up to your chest like you shaving
Need the mula 'til July, you niggas ain't shootas, so hand that up, boy, we gon' take it
Alter ego got aim, meaning I'm just so angry
When that chopper go off, I replace it (Yeah)
Make a young nigga nervous
Can't call me out like no service
Give you grittin' on purpose, I'm so, so determined
That bitch should not be fucking with me (Woo)
Take yo head off with a butcher knife and then show these bitches they not fucking with me (Uh-uh)
Chop his dick off, put in a pot
Cook it hot, so now that nigga can't fuck on me
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