Guillotine lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, she wanna kick it with me and my friends
Damn, she wanna come to the top floor, bet she won't come down again
And I get straight to the cheese just like nachos, n*gga, I don't need no friends
Damn, I throw this green up like Peter Pan
I put that Rick sh*t all on my pants
I got a rich b*tch coming again
And I got a ice wrist freezing my hand
f*ck, I got me a white b*tch, I'm not her mans
But if she suck di*k good, she get Hermès
Me and my main b*tch, we in this motherf*cker geeking up, somebody pass me my meds
I'm finna lane switch, I got this lil' whip geeked out, hope I don't crash it again

[Verse 1]
I got me a PS5 and I suped it up, purple the light, when that muhf*cka' tint
No, I don't f*ck with these guys 'cause they lame as f*ck, I might just hit that lil' boy with that stick
Yeah, this thot said she wanna f*ck, I pull up, hit that lil' hoe with my di*k
I'm finna cut off all these lil' boys, they stealing my swag, they didn't cut me a check
My shooter gon' pull up, shoot at that boy, he aim at the head, never below the neck
Prada on my feet, no Nike check, your bad little b*tch wanna come give me neck
It's Opium sh*t in this b*tch with big red
Yeah, don't play with this sh*t, boy, you're better off dead
Hop on the beat, go retarded, sped
Play with this sh*t, bet we cut off your head
[Refrain]
Cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (You better off dead)
Cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Cut off your head, cut off your head)
Cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Head, I cut off your head)
Cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Cut off your head)
Play with this sh*t, man, you're better off dead
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Yeah)
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these YSL jeans I'm rocking
I need my money like ASAP, no Rocky
Hard to f*ck with that cup, b*tch, I'm sipping the Wocky
Like a young Mayweather, it's hits that I'm dropping
Yeah, and this b*tch say I'm mean, I'm c*cky
But she keep feeling me, my body
I don't know who I need, nobody
I don't think that I need nobody

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, she wanna kick it with me and my friends
Damn, she wanna come to the top floor, bet she won't come down again
And I get straight to the cheese just like nachos, n*gga, I don't need no friends
Damn, I throw this green up like Peter Pan
I put that Rick sh*t all on my pants
I got a rich b*tch coming again
And I got a ice wrist freezing my hand
f*ck I got me a white b*tch, I'm not her mans
But if she suck di*k good, she get Hermès
Me and my main b*tch, we in this motherf*cker geeking up, somebody pass me my meds
I'm finna lane switch, I got this lil' whip geeked out, hope I don't crash it again
[Refrain]
You better not play with this 'cause you're better off dead
We gon' cut off your head
Yeah, b*tch, cut off your head, b*tch, we gon' cut off your head
Yeah, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head, yeah, cut off your head
I said b*tch, I'ma cut off your head, yeah, I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head
Yeah, cut off your head, b*tch, I'ma cut off your head
Uh, yeah, cut off your head, if you play with this sh*t then you dead, b*tch