You're a goner
Uh, when I hit the show that hoe be going dark
Then I grab the Rolls, I hit the road, that hoe be push to start
Then I grab my pole, I'm with the smoke, I'm posted like a cart
Once this choppa blow, I feel Van Gogh, I spray you into art
Big knocker like a speaker in my right hand
I be dropping all these bodies like a minute, man
And I'm really good, your hoe wanna mention, man
I be really catching bodies off of Instagram
Dump his body, I'm posted up like a pro
This an armed robbery, now shut up and give me more
I'm at the morgue chopping, I like it more when they cold
There's just no stopping, you're dying here on the road
Watch his body go limp then I laugh
Yes, you're dying and there's no strings attached
Long strides, I'ma chase on your track
Long knife, blood stains on my rag
I get stupid with that tool
I'm smoking hoes out like a juul
It look like red dye in the pool
And off the oxy I'ma drool
I hope you rappers kick the stool
Said "I'm the king hoe, let me rule"
Sneaking xans right up in school
I got nobody left to lose
Takizava spilled your fucking blood
Yeah, I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got, like, how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace, I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid, ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play, these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain, I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no, I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask
I got wok up in my Sprite, I mix lean right up with ice
And all my shots I aim to kill, when I shoot I be precise
What I cop came with a seal, so I'm pouring up a pint
I remembered who stayed real, rest of y'all be switching sides
Yeah, I just dropped a pill, it be fizzing in my soda
Wockhard then grab the wheel, I can't drive right when I'm sober
He be reaching, I can feel so I put one in his shoulder
Enemy nuke incoming, it's over
Yeah, I stay in the way, I up my K then double back
Got, like, how much to my name? Hoe check my plays, hoe check my stats
Off cocaine, can't keep the pace, I might just have a heart attack
Like okay, you staying paid, ain't done a show since like Chiraq
I can't play, these rappers gay, still got they knives up in my back
She complain, I know she straight though when I buy a Birkin Bag
When I spray I aim for brains, no, I don't like to hurt when tap
BB Simons on my waist and on my face I got a mask