[Intro]

Fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fire

Dark sample

[Verse 1]

Feel like Philip J. Fry, geeking shit, yelling "Bingo!"

Tired of these licking rich dolls, give me Tommy, hoe

Black and white the filter, living with the tremor, don't dude up

From extreme to extreme, tho, i was smoke locomotive, bitch

Every fucking evening, nowadays we gonna talking only by the symbols

She gotta post the dribbling, tweaking on the pill pole

Cigarettes is out, what i'm gon eat? So give me fingers

What you know about the day and night? Feel like dеad or alive

Functions i have i don‘t give a fuck causе they just smooth my die

"Killa, killa, what you do?", i roll up on them 95

Like a Baker make some lyrics bout a devilish myst type

[Acapella: Gangsta Pat]

Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?

Imma cock my nine and *** a motherfucker

Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon' do?

[Verse 2]

While you were with the girls, -with, I was get bad trip

John Doe dick on her lip, sipping on some syrup shit

Who’s the fucker on my phone? Call me Mista Slim

Do some things that you don't know, you don't even seen

Do some things that you don't know-, do some things that you-, do some