(Chorus)

Hello

Mini money boy from the ghetto

6 inch knife in the pocket, edge narrow

Man o' war, barely more

Sippin on the blood of the daily corps

But lives of the hives are lowly high

Here for the job, that's the only mind

But we can about it later when the wolf began to hate

Her imitating all the images of him and his mate, her

(Verse 1)

Not really one of the bunch

Hunching over this runch runch

This yellow blood looking crunch crunch

Sitting silence in this hutch hutch

Only the bеat of the heart

Mine and thеirs

My head crowned

The piles of feared

They should be

Highschool frats really mothafucking should be

(Pre-Chorus)

They pass down the hallway, my way

Looking crazy, they down say

Hey little boy, down there how's the weather

Sip this spit goes down together

Bye

(Chorus)

Hello

Mini money boy from the ghetto

6 inch knife in the pocket, edge narrow

Man o' war, barely more

Sippin on the blood of the daily corps

But lives of the hives are lowly high

Here for the job, that's the only mind

(Verse 2)

Testing this iddy bitty shotgun

Resting in the cabinet of his shity son son

Leave the dead out

Me and him will leave the dead scouts

All blue blouse

Meet the dead mouse

In groud step on his head

Jakey boy bout bleed in all red

His little white skin I'm going to shed

Put it on I do what I said