Uh, Ima tuck a big machete right into the sheath, uh
Do my fucking dirt and now they buried underneath, uh
Freddy Krueger go to sleep and see me in his dreams, uh
Leave a paper trail, I don't crumble those receipts
It's the fucking cone gang, bitch
CONE, GANG
CONE, GANG
CONE, GANG
CONE, GANG
CONE, GANG
CONE, GANG
Fuck with me then all the blood'll be spilling
I'm living but come for a killing
I wanted a million
Now I be gunning for ten
My heart frozen don't fuck with no chilling
I'm fucking up villains
I ain't no hero with feelings
I come up from under the building and crumble the ceiling
I used to fuck with them pills
I was suffering still in the corner; was running from illness
I make the earth shatter into bits
I got the dirt scattered from a ditch
I never turned backwards from a bitch, postal
Murk rappers with a fist
Promise I learned math it wasn't quick
Subtracting my third additive that's it
It is firm fact you a bitch, I can confirm that when I hit.
Uh, Ima tuck a big machete right into the sheath, uh
Do my fucking dirt and now they buried underneath, uh
Freddy Krueger go to sleep and see me in his dreams, uh
Leave a paper trail, I don't crumble those receipts, uh
I'm drinking Gatorade fucking these bitches
I'm taking it day to day, uh, yuh
I give a fuck what a hater make
They never arrogant when we come face to face
They said I'm cocky, yes it's
My anxiety you prolly guessed it
I am not present I'm omnipresent
Rappers fighting for my sloppy seconds
I don't gotta do a lot to prove that ima savage
They copy my energy but they don't match it
I do my gratitude, that's what I practice; outside posted
I look like a status
Yall are throat goats for deals
That advance won't even pay yo bills
You be sucking all this dick you ain't real
I like cumming so just do as you will
Go for the kill I destroy and rebuild
Crackin yo face and we cracking a seal
HUH HUH HUH CHILL
I BE FUCKING ON YO BITCH OFFA PILLS
I don't comment on no fake fake shit
I don't stress on getting place taken
Spitting fire prolly bake satan, take over hell it's vacation
Fucking yo bitch up at lake Crystal
You be flexing with fake pistol
Catch you lacking and the blade rip you
Fuck yo mama Cus she ain't miss you
Uh, Ima tuck a big machete right into the sheath, uh
Do my fucking dirt and now they buried underneath, uh
Freddy Krueger go to sleep and see me in his dreams, uh
Leave a paper trail, I don't crumble those receipts, uh
Ima tuck this heater, it gon blow you off your feet, uh
Do my fucking dirt, now you buried, you won't breathe, uh
Fuck a Freddy Krueger, swing machete like Voorhees
Leave a paper trail, set a fire to these streets
Uh, Ima tuck a big machete right into the sheath, uh
Do my fucking dirt and now they buried underneath, uh
Freddy Krueger go to sleep and see me in his dreams, uh
Leave a paper trail, I don't crumble those receipts