Ugh

Right to the left

Can't say shit with a knife to your chest

(Got a knife to your chest)

I'm the fucking best

Bitch I walk in, never leave a rapper left

(Never leave a rapper left)

Bitch I've been stressed

Hitting my DM's without a fucking check

(Without a fucking check)

Should have really guessed

Been 2 years you ain't got money yet

Should have fucking guessed you ain't got money yet

Now you living with your mother and you still been in debt

The economy is fucked and you'rе the main threat

You wouldn't make a band if you'rе in John's test

Lil bitch

Get a fucking bag

You ain't got that shit on bitch you're covered in rags

Red MAGA hat and a Confederate flag

Bitch you an idiot I got the fucking mag now you gonna get tagged

Tagged in the chest you been shot

Double hollow rounds and 50 blood clots get the mop

I don't got no time for the cops

Never see me coming cause I got a mask on

Ugh

No face no case

Get a 50 drum if he in my way

(My way)

We ain't the same

Fuck out my way you got nothing to say

Ugh

Bitch I'm fucking back now

Put a pussy bitch in the background

Backdown

From your crown, you a bitch that's a fact now

Coming for the money Imma fucking cash out

Gonna smoke up everything until I fucking pass out

Gonna drink up everything until I fucking black out

Now my head is now convulsing and I fucking die now

Cut off everyone I know so I can get some fucking clout

Ugh

Right to the left

Can't say shit with a knife to your chest

(Got a knife to your chest)

I'm the fucking best

Bitch I walk in, never leave a rapper left

(Never leave a rapper left)

Bitch I've been stressed

Hitting my DM's without a fucking check

(Without a fucking check)

Should have really guessed

Been 2 years you ain't got money yet

Fuck