[Intro: KiD TRUNKS]
Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm off the acid, oh no
Cris Dinero on the track
Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
b*tch, I came to kill, on my momma
pus*y boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That b*tch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
b*tch I came to kill, on my momma
pus*y boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That b*tch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Ayy, f*ck n*gga chill
You don't want it
Eat 'em up, right
Show me my opponent
I got that blade for him
If he think he runnin'
Real badman ting
With a little bit of weed
Smoke good, b*tch bunny
Who got that bass?
Uh, di*k all up in her stomach
I'll f*ck your b*tch, but you can die if you look at my women
My soul is bloody
Dead bodies runnin'
Red rum is koming
The devil's huntin'
Hold on, wait
Hell on earth
Tryna keep my di*k up out the dirt
Put a motherf*cker in a herase
That's six feet first, hearse, family curse
Had me locked up in the worst
From since my birth
[Verse 2: KiD TRUNKS]
What am I worth?
b*tch, a perfection of words
And it cost more than your purse
f*ck n*gga, get on my nerves
Your little b*tch she a perv
She pop from the perc, and she f*ck
Yo b*tch she gobble my nut
She sucking my di*k, and it (uh, uh, ooh)
Wait, she like the way that i taste
I like to f*ck her on camera
She's like "Ok!"
Kill, kill, kill, wait!
Kill, kill, kill, wait!
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
b*tch, I came to kill, on my momma
pus*y boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That b*tch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it
b*tch I came to kill, on my momma
pus*y boy talk 'til I hit him with a llama
That b*tch don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby mama, drama
I don't wanna talk about it