Santa Muerte lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh my god, who the f*ck did this, haha)
(Oh my god [?])

[Chorus]
Yeah, I need me a plate, I'm tryna get paid
Hundred pounds on his noggin, I'm about to go fill me a grave
Switch on the back, gon' f*ck up his braids
Bullets so fast, ain't see it comin'
Lil' bro pop up with a mask, you're done
I got racks in the stash wit' guns
I was fifteen trappin' in the bar
Lookin' out for fishy cars
If ain't one of ours, then it's gettin' sparked
Shootings, yeah, I left a mark
Dope boy I was sellin' hard
Don't know who you think you are
Lately movin' out your body

[Verse]
Bullets blow his car up like the kamikaze
Catch a B for O and Kwame
Lane block, boy, I'm movin' Barney
Blow a bag, on f*ckin' Marnie
Big drip, not the lil' one
Grew up wit' killers and them dealers
Lion snakes and them gorillas
Y'all type of n*ggas and I'm thе type of n*gga
If I don't like a n*gga, he gon' fight for lifе
Life's a gamble, I stay rollin' dice
I know this sh*t ain't right
And y'all don't lose your life for playin' roles that you know you can't handle
I'm killin' all rats like where the f*ck is Randall?
OKG, it's me, I'm bendin' blocks for free
If you owe me bread, you better pay the fee, or D-I-E
She doing OnlyFans, the only way she know to stack the breesh
Burn his top, third degree, ain't really try to talk, keep it brief
Yeah, trapping dust to dawn, yeah, my money's long
Yeah, feeling like the don, I'm a be the one
Yeah, I'm a keep shooting, 'til my clip is done (Keep clicking)
And I don't feel sorry, opps die, we throw a party
Watch your back, 'cause n*ggas slimy
Try to cross me, go out sadly
OT buckets, call me Randy
But I ain't f*ckin' servin' patties
Fast money, livin' lavish
We act different, I don't know what happened
I stack different, I ain't wastin' time
Get your top popped, try movin' slimy
I'm tryna go, let's get in the ride
You ain't got no heart, you is not that guy
I'll let it rip, day time or night
If you ask me, I'll say it's light
Red and blue, I hate those lights
Free my guys like right away
My lil bro, he f*cked up the pack all in penny
I took the harder way
[Chorus]
Yeah, I need me a plate, I'm tryna get paid
Hundred pounds on his noggin, I'm about to go fill me a grave
Switch on the back, gon' f*ck up his braids
Bullets so fast, ain't see it comin'
Lil' bro pop up with a mask, you're done
I got racks in the stash wit' guns
I was fifteen trappin' in the bar
Lookin' out for fishy cars
If ain't one of ours, then it's gettin' sparked
Shootings, yeah, I left a mark
Dope boy I was sellin' hard
Don't know who you think you are
Lately movin' out your body