[Chorus]
Feeling this sh*t
Killin’ it quick
She gon' swallow, no spit
I might kill me a b*tch
[Verse 1]
Hey, do you stop me
I got a choppa
I name a choppa
Scream like Chewbacca
I let it rock ya
I let it shock ya
With the choppa
Send you right back, ah
[Chorus]
Feeling this sh*t
Killin’ it quick
She gon swallow, no spit
I might kill me a-
[Verse 2]
Ok like run up on me with the hate
f*ck all yall n*ggas f*ck drake
When n*gga dead, you fake
My di*k is too good, don't rate
I hate f*ck n*ggas that be some b*tches
Only got one more, Third on Stitches
Call it a muscle, you know n*gga ripping
She taking di*k, she singing in pitches, uh
Running running like track
Baby, just throw it right back
Running my Friday like Black
f*cking yo sh*t gotta sack
Killing yo hoe and her vertebrae
Drama like Logic, ah Fade Away
Coming up, who catching a fade today
Speak it again, runnit back, okay!
[Chorus]
Feeling this sh*t
Killin’ it quick
She gon swallow, no spit
I might kill me a b*tch
X2