You're a goner
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
Been some months, I really don't like how y'all act
Really don't care 'bout my music, really do care 'bout my bag
Spill his blood out like communion, then I drink it up like tap
And I don't care 'bout solutions, if I see him then I jab
'Til he blackout
Big body, I'ma park it at a trap house
Make bodies outta people in the background
And I love it how they copy all my tracks down
Once his ho pull up I bet she take her rack out
.9 inside the trunk, but I keep one inside your head
I spent ten in Saint Laurent and I ain't even cash a check
Put your homie in a blunt and then I went and cast a hex
I'ma cut him to my songs, I've really fallen off the edge
I like how it feels as your life leaves my hands
I like how it feels as this knife meets your skin
You can interfere, but you'll die in the end
You can interfere, but you'll die in the end
I like how they body feel cold (cold)
Real rich, yeah, my ice on cold (on cold)
Blitz him, now you're lifeless, ho
Blick him, then divide his soul (his soul)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (what?)