[INTRO]
What?
n*ggas thought I was dead dawg
Like n*ggas thought I really died
like n*ggas thought, like, I f*ckin killed myself
or some sh*t
But, not yet mother f*ckers!
[VERSE]
Google me, search it like safari on my wrist
Is your diamonds really dancing or is you flexing for your b*tch?
is that 80 thou, 100 thou? wrist is snowing, fist
Boy I got a walk-in closet but I aint no walking lick
With that tough talk, talkin out your neck might get you f*cked, end up dead inside your living room, bleeding on your rug
You a fake f*ck, fleshlight, fill yo b*tch with c*m
she gon' swallow til she cant no more and dripping out her lungs
BASS IS LOUD,
HE CANT CONTROL EM
CAME FROM NOTHING
YOUNG GOD
STRAIGHT MERKIN sh*t,
CONTRAVATED, MOTIVATED
SLOWLY RAISING,
HEAD FIRST, STRAIGHT MURDERING
n*ggAS TALKIN, b*tchES TALKIN,
DEMONS WALKIN ON THE GROUND
THEY HEARD OF THIS
YA'LL BE SPACING, DEMON FACING
DEMON HEAD, THEN CRASH LANDED THE
EARTH AND sh*t
[OUTRO]
f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Aye, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Aye, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Aye, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Aye, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Yuh, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Aye, f*ck they gon' do bout that?
Yuh, f*ck they gon' do bout that?