Released on December 28, 2020

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(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)

Bitch, fuck up out my face

I ain't with that talking, let it spray

Fuck what you gotta say

You got a problem let it spray

Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain

Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate

(Verse 1 : T0RTVRE)

On foe nem my nigga, these niggas are tripping. They paying dem hoes onlyfans why they simping. the summer im dressing all black i be dripping. My nigga yo time gon be up, da clock ticking. I'm Grabbing dat choppa dem bodies be flipping. I'm catching you slipping, you run like a chicken. You talking dat shit I don't care dat you kidding. You niggas be hating, you mad cause I'm winning. Blast dat behemoth or bitch we ain't fucking. Waisted my time stupid bitch you ain't nothing. Ion do favors you bitches be bugging. Don't give a fuck dat you bitches want something. Me and my nigga undead in this bitch, we be killing this shit, yea we keeping it bussing

Dissing my homies we loading the pipes, we gone drive by yo block, you won't see dat shit coming

Keeping dat strap all tucking

Smoking dat loud i be puffing

Bitch, goofy ass hoe i ain't coming

Lying to my face why these bitches be bluffing

Stupid ass goofy ass nigga got me fucked up. Talking all dat shit that muhfucka' better run up. Fuck around and get 'yo fucking house all blown up. Feeling like I'm varg, watch a fucking church burn up

(Hook : UNDEAD PAPI)

Bitch, fuck up out my face

I ain't with that talking, let it spray

Fuck what you gotta say

You got a problem let it spray

Bitch, keep that energy, come outside I let it rain

Bitch, you a silver spoon, I run up break 'ya fucking plate

(Verse 2 : UNDEAD PAPI)

All 'em shell case dropping

Homicide my only dropping

Piss up on 'ya coffin, closed casket 'ya mother sobbing

Where 'ya fucking noggin, body blown up by a rocket

Undead up the carnage, got ya whole family boxed in

Blow limbs off while they walking

Go head to 'ya grave crawling

Funeral service mocking

Smoking dead opps coughing

Count 'ya fucking losses

You fucked up with all that talking

You a puddle on the ground now

Jakes gone get to mopping, bitch!