’96 Neve Campbell lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Don't know what you thought this was
But you gonna have to die about it
f*ck up the place with blood
Who you calling a b*tch?
This b*tch run sh*t so you best run
This b*tch no play, this b*tch know guns
This b*tch no die, you this b*tch son
This b*tch gon' be the last one

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China]
This b*tch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not sh*t
This b*tch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This b*tch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This b*tch boss
Come in talking that sh*t
And you gon' have to die about it

[Verse 2: Cam & China]
Who the f*ck want war?
Come through killing everything, leave the credits for the boards
Yeah, I'm talking billboards, type of sh*t you can't afford, n*gga
I'm runnin' laps round these b*tches when I'm bored, n*gga
Silent killers get it poppin', n*gga, gang gang
Got my foot up in your ass like a G-string
Since we talking, better send a straight deposit
I ain't claiming sh*t if I ain't even profit, you feel me?
I've been the boss, kill 'em off, never say sh*t
b*tches better miss me with that fake sh*t
Forgive me if I'm blind because I only got my mind on the mill
I ain't worried well unless you sign a deal
Said I'm looking for the pen, I ain't tryin' to make amends
Yeah I see the money talk, you ain't even making sense
Keep a killer on my right, killer Cam, what we finna do?
Knock these b*tches off, and that's simply for the principle
[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China]
This b*tch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not sh*t
This b*tch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This b*tch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This b*tch buff
Come in talking that sh*t
And you gonna have to die about it

[Verse 3: Cam]
Runnin' thangs, you been a lame, but never mind my forte
Gotta call this sh*t my beauty shop 'cause b*tches press like Jorge
Stick a pull, you better bop that penny pipe, no crack rocks
Back to back like ass shots and still made it my mascot
I double dutch on hot sh*t and bleed him out his wallet
When I'm done with him, no leftovers, just cut them off no pockets
Can't call me out my name, n*gga, it's kill shots and gang gang
Don't start sh*t that's suicide, like lighter fluid and propane
Call me at my prime time like sandwiches at Popeyes
I call this sh*t my antidote and rock it like it's tie-dye
A playa but I been awoke like mama when it's bedtime
Drop 'em like a bar of soap like f*ck 'em n*gga west side
Can't never get too comfortable 'cause I ain't got no mercy for him
Put him in my body bag just like I got the Birkin on him
f*ck you thought this sh*t was? Second-guess your taste buds
I took the spot, it's game over, never mind who next up
[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China]
This b*tch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not sh*t
This b*tch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This b*tch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This b*tch boss
Come in talking that sh*t
And you gonna have to die about it

[Verse 4: Daveed Diggs]
Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?
That phone sex you probabably should've stayed with
The pillow talking can get you carted away quick
You murder artists come harder and shouldn't say sh*t
Unless you ready to back it up why you play with
The fairer sex fairly quick, get your brain split
Full sets stuck in your chest with grace
'96 Neve Campbell, the TV set on your face, sh*t

[Chorus: Daveed Diggs & Cam & China]
This b*tch boss
Came for the neck, who next?
No mercy, you not sh*t
This b*tch boss
She came in the game, no flex
Finna leave the game with yo rep
This b*tch boss
Call her out, her name wrong step
Step up, gut you, then dip
This b*tch buff
Come in talking that sh*t
And you gonna have to die about it