Uh, I'm switching, I'm switching it up, uh
I'm switching, I'm switching it up, ayy
You know I got it on me tucked
If I whip it out, I'm finna' bust
It go: Rah, rah, rah, it go: Rah, rah, rah
It go: Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah (Uh-huh, obey)
I'm finna' black out for the weekend, let my demons do the thinking, uh
I think I popped too many, think I'm tweaking, got these opps around me creeping, uh
I feel like I'm Ichigo, whip out my blade, it's even
And I ain't finna' let 'em go, (Bankai), they leaking
I'mma pull up with a chopper in flip flops, you are not hard, you make music for TikTok
You not original, you is a rip off, I drain your blood and I use it as lip gloss
I take your blood and paint with it like Rick Ross, I do not rap and I never made hip hop
I could be frozen for one hundred years and then hop on the beat, you still hot
I come fitted up in that all black, I could gut you up with a thumb tack
Your house get lit up and we come back, you said you was tough, where your gun at?
Need a sippy cup for these dumb brats, if I catch you stuck, that's a bloodbath
Shh, turn off
Why they all start running when they see me coming? (Coming)
How y'all turn to Usain Bolt? If you ain't scared, let's run it (Run it)
I wanna slash right though your neck and rip open your stomach (Stomach)
I wanna splash all in the mess and shove you in my oven (Oven)
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, my haters gon' do- (Yuh-yuh-yuh)
My haters gon' bump this, y'all some country bumpkins
Pull up with a stick, I'mma smash 'em like some pumpkins
I feel like McLovin, my money abundant
Need my medicine, hate up in my veins be bumping
Every time I get up on the beat I serve like volleyball
Every time I level up like DB, Kamehameha
Every time I slide up, you can't see me, call me John Cena
Every song I kill is just too easy, I can't turn it off
Murdering to heavy metal, after I'm done with 'em, they be thinking I'm the devil
None of y'all is on my level, get on my bad side, have you screaming like a kettle
Pressure, pressure, pressure, this that down and dirty kinda' pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, this that, that, that, that pressure
One, two, three
You can run and you can hide but one day I'll end your life