Undertaker

[Intro] (Rjayy slammed this, nigga) (Dee, you popping your shit, nigga) [Chorus: Money Man] I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherfucker got blue balls Thick bitch in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall My brownskin bitch a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they chumpin' off the neighbors Turn this bitch to WWE, turn to the Undertaker Fuck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today? Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away [Verse 1: Money Man] I sense danger, in lеss than a second, I'm uppin' right away Whole gang came through rockin' nothin' but watеr like a tidal wave Bought my chick a Dior fit, she rockin' it with the cool greys Every time I visit Detroit, I gotta cop some Cartiers Fendi on my T-shirt, I been working, I ain't slept in days My hood turned me wicked, Lord forgive me for my evil ways Grimy niggas with me, they might slime you out your bankroll Any unknown car that come in the cul-de-sac gettin' fired on Went to Wafi, told that nigga to upgrade all my gemstones We ain't lackin', we keep that pistol close just like a cell phone All my kids got millions to they name, I'm not a deadbeat My girl a PB, she don't eat no beef or eat no red meat I give love, but fuck it, I'ma make these niggas fear me I got racks from these raps, make two point five yearly Pull up in that Lambo' truck, 12 mad and profiling Grown man Money, bitch, these niggas out here too childish [Chorus: Money Man] I got killers in all sizes, fat, skinny, slim, tall I ain't shot my Draco yet, that motherfucker got blue balls Thick bitch in my section, she gon' shake that ass like Chyna Hall My brownskin bitch a brat, I swear to God she think she Asian Doll Steppers in my driveway shootin' dice, they chumpin' off the neighbors Turn this bitch to WWE, turn to the Undertaker Fuck your favorite rapper, that pussy nigga signed his life away Only question I got, which one of you niggas tryna die today? Rich guy, customize the jacket, I'ma go get fly today Catch a body, put one in his head, then throw this pipe away [Verse 2: Nardo Wick] I got money in all colors, white, blue, pink, green I got bullets in all colors, blue, red, purple, green I just got a black box, turn that one shot to machine Rob a rapper for they ice, what you said? We told him freeze No, that ho don't never pray, why she always on her knees? "Nardo, you don't never stay, why you always wanna leave?" The SRT got bubble guts, hear the fartin' when it speed The switch fucked up how Nina talk, now she stutter when she speak "Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he said what he said I heard he just bought a vest, he must gon' put it on his head "Nardo, why y'all on his ass?" 'Cause he did what he did I heard that nigga got a bag, he better leave it for the kids Fuckin' with my chains on, they sound like jingle bells Her moanin' just like singin', so it sound like Christmas carols Got killers outside waitin' just in case them niggas twirl He hidin', we can't get him? Okay, send a pretty girl