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Rick Owens drag like Sephiroth's sword aye

Black nails, MAC-10 sittin’ by the door aye

Money stacked like goth bitches on Discord aye

Bitch boy talk, now that nigga miss the floor aye

Dead inside, but my Glock got soul

Chrome Heart hoodie, bitch it match the pole

Bitch talk slick, now he full of holes

Put him in the sky, now he just a scroll

Black fit on like a Juggalo show aye

Eyes real red like I’m Tokyo Ghoul aye

Hunnids in my bag bitch, bad to the bone aye

Nigga talkin’ tough, Pacman, geek get ghost

Big blade on me like Ichigo, Bankai

Goth girl deep throat

Bitch she got her hair dyed

Rick jeans tight, but the stick still slide

He got opp dreams, now he R.I.P. live

Moncler puff with the AR pokin’

He ain't gang, he just online, nigga trollin’

Dark mode brain, get him gone, I ain't jokin’

Kill 'em with a smirk, and my wrists stay frozen

Rick Owens drag like Sephiroth's sword aye

Black nails, MAC-10 sittin’ by the door aye

Money stacked like goth bitches on Discord aye

Bitch boy talk, now that nigga miss the floor aye