MACH 6 lyrics

(Verse 1)
Boutta put you in your motherf*cking casket
Lil' Riding Hood, got my money in a basket
Puff puff pass b*tch, you know I’m boutta pass it
I can't believe I said that, I am such a f*cking maggot
Getting money like a crack addict
And you know we playing Fortnite cause we cracked at it
Call us AC/DC cause we back in black at it
And you know I'm boutta go off like a fat maggot
Man this saxophone sample really cool, ain’t it?
The first thing I know when I jump in the pool is I made it
Got the new SNES, hope I don't break it
The first thing I know is that this sh*t is cruel, ain't it?
I got one, two, three, four f*cks to give
But, you don't understand who you're f*cking with
All you b*tches really out there always sucking di*k
But I got a lotta fans that I hope will livе, b*tch


(Verse 2)
I really lovе all your sh*t-talking
Grandma really getting mad at your knit-blocking
I cannot f*ck with you haters cause you di*k-blocking
They tryna' know all about me with the lit stalking
Such a cruel kid being bad witty
Nothing like a good kid in a mad city
I'm the type of person to call your frat sh*tty
This the good sh*t, this crack litty
Call me Mr. Krabs the way I grab (Money)
I'd try to tell you more but, you shouldn’t know, honey
I know this is a joke but, it’s not that funny
I need a tissue cause my nose getting runny
You need some Ibuprofen girl, you got a headache
After this, we'll go back and make the bed shake
I don’t really give a f*ck about your bread bank
f*ck it, I ain't paying
Now I'm going to a higher rank