SELF-INFLICTED lyrics

[Intro]
My n*gga [?]
Yuh, yuh
Yuh ('Ringe)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Run, [?]
Matter, I just to be, you
Had to get used to me, me
Or you get slayed and beat, but
There is no bladin' me, no
There is no shame in me, hah
There is no fronting me, hah
Soon as you'll be on your knees, I
Refresh your memory
Blood thirsty, b*tch, I wanna watch you die
You ain't DeGeneres, you generate a bunch of lies
I'll stab you right before your eyes and I won't harm a fly
Already dropped a nice guy and that sh*t wasn't right
Already try to pull up on me, you just broke it, uh
If there was anyone to play for, would I have beak up
I wanna end it with no one so with that come-up, tuh
What happens when you both in front and behind the gun?
It's time to go, it's time to run just listen close my sons
I change my clothes and clean my gun and then I'm on the run
The PS on my feet in case this f*ck boy wan' get stomped
I'm number one in one-on-one, you n*ggas honey buns
Stop runnin before you catch one
You have nowhere to run
I hit your lung and with the blade it slits the f*cking top
I roll a wood upon your hood just with your f*cking blood
I up the pole and hit yo hood and now yo truck get f*cked
[Bridge]
Who front, who fronts? Ayy
Who front, who fronts? Ayy
Who front, who fronts? Ayy
Catch a thotty in the moshpit
Who front, who fronts? Ayy
Yuh, yuh (b*tchfit)
b*tchfit
b*tchfit
Slay, slay, yuh
Slay, slay, slay, slay, yuh (b*tchfit)
Slay, slay, slay, yuh
Take it, take it, yuh (b*tch)

[Chorus 1]
Swing fists (Swing), swing fists, n*gga, swing fists
Swing fists (Yah), swing fists, n*gga, swing fists
Swing fists, pus*y n*ggas better swing fists (Lil' b*tch), pus*y n*ggas better swing fists (Lil' b*tch)

[Bridge]
Yuh, yuh (Swing fists, swing fists, n*gga, swing fists)
Lil' n*gga better swing fists

[Chorus 2]
You sound like a b*tch, you sound like a b*tch
All of you n*ggas just sound like a b*tch
You sound like a b*tch, you sound like a b*tch
All of you n*ggas just sound like a b*tch
You sound like a b*tch, you sound like a b*tch
All of you n*ggas just sound like a b*tch
You sound like a b*tch, you sound like a b*tch
All of you n*ggas just sound like a b*tch
[Chorus 1]
Swing fists (Yah), swing fists, n*gga, swing fists
Swing fists (Yah), swing fists, n*gga, swing fists (Yah)

[Verse 2]
Ho b*tch, you a ho b*tch (Yah)
Ho b*tch, you a ho b*tch (Yah, ayy)
Yuh, f*ck your clique, n*gga, f*ck your clique
I kill a jit when I'm with the sh*t
Full legit 187 sh*t (b*tch, ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch, I've been in it for the money
The ho throwin' neck like a goddamn dummy
Crashdummy sh*t and I know yo ho want it
I'll let that lil' ho 'cause she frontin'
Lil' b*tch, I am stuntin'
Lil' b*tch, I am stuntin'
Lil' b*tch, I am stuntin'
Lil' b*tch, I am stuntin'

[Outro]
Thank you Based God