Hold on wait, you thought you ate?

Nah nah nah, give me that plate bitch

Got me a Glock and the bullets gon' turn him to bits like the boy was just streaming on Twitch

Woke up with violence I feel like a virus pop up at his windows just like I'm glitch

I'm with the goobers, we snap like a switch

If he doesn't listen, throw him in a ditch

Anything goes wrong, anything at all

I'm gonna blow your head off

It's as simple as that

Hold on wait, you thought you ate?

Nah nah nah, give me that plate bitch

Got me a Glock and the bullets gon' turn him to bits like the boy was just streaming on Twitch

Woke up with violence I feel like a virus pop up at his windows just like I'm glitch

I'm with the goobers, we snap like a switch

If he doesn't listen, throw him in a ditch

Fa fa fa

Sounding off ARs

End up on liveleak

Or caught up on Worldstar

Wars with these ammos and clips

Make the world start

Give yo main bitch the banana

No go kart

Mario kart

I'm skrrting off the track

Then imma skrrt on yo main hoes back

Bars upon bars is the shit I dont lack

They wonder why I'm just now into rap

Y'all troglodytes and I got a benz

Y'all don't got my friends in high places

Y'all don't wanna turn round and face this

Y'all just wanna stay complacent

Heart racin, I'm chasin

Running these the numbers like stations

And I can see in your faces

You gon pull up, shell cases, ugh fuck it

Rip you apart, no funeral, oh shit

Think you big till I'm here, throat slit

You can beg but I'm not there, useless

Klover it's a damn mag, no clip

Ultrakill, I pay the bills

Stay controlled, I'm poppin' pills

Ops'll think it's Silent Hills

I'm just doin this for thrills

Umm hold on

Lil bitch she grabbin' up all on my pants

I'm fucking yo bitch I need head in advance

Kicking yo teeth I got blood on my vans

Uh, wait

But ima just put myself onto her friend

Shawty she wanna hop up in a benz

I got a crib on me I never rent

Thousand on my bitch

Get this guap

Mask on my face

Hesitate to pull this way

I'm about to to blow your brains

Shout out to the goobers cuz we always end up finding ways

To find your baby mama in the crib, under fucking shade

Red dot

Hol' up quick, lemme get you a head shot

Wrap up your body 'n open up your plot

Don't gotta hide unless you a dead op

Leave you in dust, cremated in lean

Take all my shots, I'm a machine

You really thinkin' you right?

Ya fuckin' troglodyte

We built this shit, we made our sound

While you livin' on the ground

Take a look, you ain't our bound

Pyrite lookin' all around

Me and Goobers comin' back

From the grave we run this track

Pussy boy, we made the rack

Gave yourself a heart attack

Bitch I been burnin' purple haze

Swervin' doin 180 while I'm countin' my numbered days

Fuckin staring at my grave

But I ain't gonna cave, hoe

Pop pop, you done, dumbass just made my gun blow

UGH, FUCK, BITCH

You lookin like a target

You a dumb motherfucker if you really wanna start shit

Step up to us, leave you shaken and stirred

Bitch you ain't even close nah that shit is absurd

I didn't come to fuck you up but I will not count it out

Said I been doin it for the music but you do it for the clout hoe

Lil bitch I'm sprayin'

Best start prayin'

Got 2 horns on my head like I'm satan

And I don't give no fuck if you hatin'

Come my way n ima have you skatin'

I said bow bow bow

Now that boy on the run

Yeah I gotta kick some ass

Just ran outta bubble gum

Got a murder case up on my name

Like bro tryna step imma put 'em to shame

Big ass chop point it right at his brain

Big ass chop they gon' run when I aim bitch

Air it out with the stick I been up on my Aang shit

Fye to his buds left that fuck nigga tasteless

Bro wanna talk but he know that he ain't shit

Put bro in the ground now that fuck nigga ancient

Put bro in the ground now that fuck nigga dead

This chop got a dick it's gon' fuck up his head

My niggas get more

You niggas get less

Jus like a pencil we pushing that lead

I'm pushing that lead right into his knoggin'

Red dot on the pole make that fuck nigga stop it

Glock in my hand it gon' blast like a rocket

Spin down the block got a fuck nigga nauseous

Make a motherfucker nauseous

Banging on his head

Got a 30 fucking clip

It gon' fill you wit some lead

Boy

What a shame I gotta say

Cause I thought you were dead

But you came back to life

So where's what imma say bitch

Catch a murder case

Boy I ain't talking homicide

223s and 2 twin Glocks

Spraying on the inside

Apologize for your demise

Come out outside

Night time suicide

Pussy boy

It's time

To fucking fly bitch