[Intro: Dexter Morgan]
Tonight's the night
And it's going to happen again, and again
(Amu incepe!)
[Chorus]
Um, get her wetter than a bay (Uh)
I was going broke, never going broke again (Uh)
Got too much to lose, got too much to gain
With the way I break her back would have thought my name Bane (Oh, yeah)
Bitch you think you is a killer, then we get to spinnin' red cups, no Revengue
More like MJ how we trying to cause a thriller
Call me Dexter Morgan with the way I'm tryina kill a killer (Oh, yeah)
Get to the bag, I'm rich (Uh), bitch, you set of shit
I'm fucking up on your bitch thеn pass her to the clique (Uh)
I'm Michaеl Hall while yo' ass Joey Quinn
When I catch you at night make that shit self-defense
(It's obviously self-defense)
Oh, you're known to lose, I'm known to win
I can make a good girl go and fuck a sin (Uh)
Nigga try to hit me but the goofy nigga missed
Play dead, wake up, had a fucking resurrection
[Verse]
Uh, bro thought he saw a zombie
I could fold a bitch, I ain't talking origami
I ain't no Ghost but I'm toting on a Tommy
Fuck her in the hotel, send her to the lobby
They come around now I appear normal
Optimus Prime in the night transforming
Damn near turning into something paranormal
Lay him on the table, knife gonna poke him
Leave him trapped in a place, fuck it, I'ma Doakes him
That means when he trap I explode him
Creep behind him, give that boy a dosage
Next thing you know his body in the ocean
All these niggas my sons, treat 'em like Morgan
You ain't on shit, I can tell you posing
You talking to a killer and you don't even know it
Too calculated so I won't show it
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Chorus]
Um, get her wetter than a bay (Uh)
I was going broke, never going broke again (Uh)
Got too much to lose, got too much to gain
With the way I break her back would have thought my name Bane (Oh, yeah)
Bitch you think you is a killer, then we get to spinnin' red cups, no Revengue
More like MJ how we trying to cause a thriller
Call me Dexter Morgan with the way I'm tryina kill a killer (Oh, yeah)
Get to the bag, I'm rich (Uh), bitch, you set of shit
I'm fucking up on your bitch then pass her to the clique (Uh)
I'm Michael Hall while yo' ass Joey Quinn
When I catch you at night make that shit self-defense
(It's obviously self-defense)
Oh, you're known to lose, I'm known to win
I can make a good girl go and fuck a sin (Uh)
Nigga try to hit me but the goofy nigga missed
Play dead, wake up, had a fucking resurrection