Yeah, huh, yeah, clap back
Cock back DOA tell 'em meet my strap
Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that
Like me so fresh so what like too much racks
To the name, I'm him run it back lil' mane
Too grim with the scythe and the blade
Propane light it up black flame, black flame
I'm at the edge of my fist
I just be tossing, and turning, and losing my grip
Feels like I'm swerving the kid
You got me feeling real sick, bleeding coke from the sniff
You cannot look at me, bitch
Open up, listen, I rap with the gift
I'm getting rich with the team never snitch, ugh
Talk to me funny, I'll dig you a ditch
Feel my blade when it touch
Everybody be the same blame on the drug
No pain when it cut
I could steady run against the rain and the mud
Feel lame in the club, don't hang with the dud
I'm already running to the money
Fuck fame when I bust, no game on the dust
Not a body I could trust, no shame, I shush
Got another body when I came for the hun-, like, aye, aye
This scene, my kingdom came with the keys
Close the gates so I can't see
All the fakes back then they was hating on me
Fuck that, fuck this
I'm back, gonna run this shit
Run it back, run a muck moshpit
Run his racks for a hit like this, huh
Huh, yeah, clap back
Cock back DOA, tell 'em meet my strap
Okay, ain't no motherfucker be like that
Like me so fresh so what like too much racks
To the name, I'm him run it back lil' mane
Too grim with the scythe and the blade
Propane light it up black flame, black flame