Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
Bury that face 10ft in the dirt
Fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker Burst
All these fuckers wanna test me
Let's see
Imma leave him in the back seat
Lastly Imma leave him fuckin nasty
Happily
All these fuckers wanna test me
Let's see
Imma leave him in the back seat
Lastly Imma leave him fuckin nasty
Happily
All these fuckers wanna test me
Let's see
Imma leave him in the back seat
Lastly
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Better on a shirt
Fuck with my tendencies
I'm actin menace-y
Walk in yo crib
Spray this clip till it empty
Hands on yo neck when i rip out your throat
Blade down your chest you should read what i wrote
Skin to the bone and I tote what i own
Bitch made and dead if you sit on my throne
Clips out the mag it gon hit clear out your dome
Smoke yo pop for a bag lower your tone
Pain in my chest
Blade through my neck
Reload the mag
And then aim at the rat
Fuck is you testin me
Eat all my enemies
Keep the mask on so you wont remember me
Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
Bury that face 10ft in the dirt
Fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker Burst
Coughin up
You talkin up a lot of false confidence
Hockin up you droppin off
A lot of false ominous
Top it off you noddin off
You off the lost promises
Always stay anonymous
And praise the false prophets
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit
Run with that bag
Run with that stick
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit
Run with that bag
Your face look great
It'd look better on a shirt
Bury that face 10ft in the dirt
Fuck all the fame Imma leave you with a curse
Imma leave you with a whole let that mother fucker Burst