Tell that hoe: "Get up"
Like I hit the stage then I dip
Need a chain so I'm matchin' my wrist
I be swervin' the lane in a Benz Truck
She be new to the brain, gonna hiccup
She be new to the fame, got a picture
Hit that dude with a blade in his ribs
If I catch him, he's meeting my fist
Tell him check on his friends, tell him check on his hoe
I ain't making amends, he still stealin' my flow
Y'all be posted like fans and you sound like a clone
I done gave y'all a chance and I see why none of y'all gon' grow
Couple K I got it on my own
I'ma lay your body on my thrown
Better quit the talkin', you need sewn
I'ma cause a homi- outta hoe
Kamikaze hoe, like please I'm wanting death
Kamikaze hoe, like please I'm wanting death
Kamikaze hoe, like please I'm wanting death
Kamikaze hoe, like please I'm wanting death
I beg you to slide in
I got problems, I'm loving the violence
And keep chopping until he go silent
Keep talking we lobotomize him
Keep talking we gon' need a grave
Love hollows, they eatin' his face
I locate and run his place
This a semi but I make it spray
Tell that hoe: "Get up"
Like I hit the stage then I dip
Need a chain so I'm matchin' my wrist
I be swervin' the lane in a Benz Truck
She be new to the brain, gonna hiccup
She be new to the fame, got a picture
Hit that dude with a blade in his ribs
If I catch him he's meeting my fist
We gon' sit him down, lookin' at an open grave
I don't want no sound, unless it is a bang
And if he try to shout, we gon' chop his face
I'm still in your house, know you're never safe
Oh my God
You're a goner
I give him a day before he falls
We gon' put that red up on his walls
I can't even answer when they call
Hold me back, I'm steppin' on them all
Hold your breath, I cannot confess
I come in and chop him up, that body made a mess
Hoes are gonna copy so I introduce to death
I cut him like salami then I feed him to my pets
He enter feeling cocky and he never even left
And they can't hit my body so I'm takin' off my vest
And my hoe look like Ari, but she said I sound the best
We make a gore party, do you wanna join the fest? Jump in
I got problems I made outta nothin'
I got homies I can't even trust in
I got bodies that we need to dump then
It's addiction I'm running on tussin'
Paint the picture your blood it be runnin'
I can't function, yeah, I need a substance
If I see him then I got to dump then
If the feds hit the scene then we duckin'
I'm 'bout time I let my Mac eat
This schwanko leaves him holier than gurk
Big schwanko in the trunk