[ Featuring SCYTHE ]
Now what you heard about me is false
I really got the Glock in my draws
I Go and Shoot a bitch and then paint the walls, damn I be the evil Bob Ross
Oh they be lurking yeah, they be stalking, till I hang em like they a stocking
Go and point the gun at your socket, notha hunnid bands in my pocket yeah yeah
Tripping out yo motherf*cking mind
Oh your think that's yours? nah bitch that mine
45 on the side, watch the front, it gon shine
For a second like damn what happened oh bruh you died yuh
Always keep the piece on me and the peace on me from GOD
I'm a sinner I know I'm so sorry, need to think for a second please don't call me, damn
Where's yo mind, where's yo, where's yo mind?
Like answer bruh, don't hide
I got that fye, said I got that fye
Don't f*ck around and die yuh
Getting my money and then I'm making it rain
Getting paid, motherf*cka, what can I say
Why this dude bringing up my f*cking name
You a poor lil boy, better get out of my face
I chose my path
You chose the way of the hero
And they found you amusing for a while
But the one thing they love more than a hero
Is to see a hero fail
Yeah, like, bitch, I'm bashing
Lil pussies with my motherf*ckin hatchet
My bitch, she ratchet
Go and tell her kill and put you in a casket
You ain't bout no action, that's real
You getting out if you play in my field
Look at this bitch, he stay in his feels
Brotha so soft, he wouldn't go kill
I got his bands, took his shit all on my own don't need no helping hands
Hunnid grand
Make it fall, I do my money dance
Now I think damn, really be the biggest steppa known to man
I got that UGH on me
I will go shoot if you really wanna talk about my fam, bitch
