[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah, and fuck all you rappers
(Listen up, ay let's get this going)
Ayy, ayy, damn, damn
[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Hop on the beat like a pogo
And read out my logo
My bitch is official
Yo' bitch Quasimodo
I keep a phone, I ain't talking no local
But niggas talk down and make me go loco
Me and my niggas pull up in a photo
It's just me and Darkie, the rest is all hoes though
Suck and they suck and they wanna take photos
I'm all for the sub but a fake is a no-no
Get back in the trap, we go ham
For pull forth for all of my niggas, trapping, all my niggas that scam
PayPal, Cash App, TD Banks, City Bank with the plays
Real niggas don't give a damn
I'm motivated, the beat is cremated, the crime we committed was premeditated
Spitting the strongest, but nigga I'm faded
I'm fucking your bitch like her pussy the greatest
She said that I’m sadist, that bitch get degraded
These niggas pay famous, the cap is so heinous
I ride around with a strap like it's legal
I'm high as a bird, I twist the sound like a eagle
Niggas think that they are rapping but they are just talking
He say he got bitches but he just be stalking
The game is evolving but, I'm Richard Dawkins
If she acting stupid, this bitch end up walking
My fist gave him blisters, you'd think he was talking
Bitch was just watching dark had to drop him
I think I had an epiphany
You is not sick as me
And I got rifles as big as me
Heard that this nigga was after me
Pistol gon' pay me like masterpiece
Nigga just speak the audacity
As soon as you think about passing me
You do what he do, and what he do
Nigga you don't fool me
Nigga that shit ain't you
Nigga, fake love, it just real hate
And I'm too real so I can't relate
Where I just stay away from the fucking fakes
Say I'm Christ Dillinger, hey fuck the jakes
(Ayy, free frank)
Yeah, and fuck all you rappers
(Listen up, ay let's get this going)
Ayy, ayy, damn, damn
[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Hop on the beat like a pogo
And read out my logo
My bitch is official
Yo' bitch Quasimodo
I keep a phone, I ain't talking no local
But niggas talk down and make me go loco
Me and my niggas pull up in a photo
It's just me and Darkie, the rest is all hoes though
Suck and they suck and they wanna take photos
I'm all for the sub but a fake is a no-no
Get back in the trap, we go ham
For pull forth for all of my niggas, trapping, all my niggas that scam
PayPal, Cash App, TD Banks, City Bank with the plays
Real niggas don't give a damn
I'm motivated, the beat is cremated, the crime we committed was premeditated
Spitting the strongest, but nigga I'm faded
I'm fucking your bitch like her pussy the greatest
She said that I’m sadist, that bitch get degraded
These niggas pay famous, the cap is so heinous
I ride around with a strap like it's legal
I'm high as a bird, I twist the sound like a eagle
Niggas think that they are rapping but they are just talking
He say he got bitches but he just be stalking
The game is evolving but, I'm Richard Dawkins
If she acting stupid, this bitch end up walking
My fist gave him blisters, you'd think he was talking
Bitch was just watching dark had to drop him
I think I had an epiphany
You is not sick as me
And I got rifles as big as me
Heard that this nigga was after me
Pistol gon' pay me like masterpiece
Nigga just speak the audacity
As soon as you think about passing me
You do what he do, and what he do
Nigga you don't fool me
Nigga that shit ain't you
Nigga, fake love, it just real hate
And I'm too real so I can't relate
Where I just stay away from the fucking fakes
Say I'm Christ Dillinger, hey fuck the jakes
(Ayy, free frank)
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