[Intro]
Uh, I’m switching, I’m switching it up, uh
I’m switching, I’m switching it up, ayy
You know I got it on me tucked
If I whip it out, I’m finna' bust
It go: Rah, rah, rah, it go: rah, rah, rah
It go: Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah (Uh-huh, obey)
[Verse 1]
I’m finna' black out for the weekend, let my demons do the thinking, uh
I think I popped too many, think I’m tweaking, got these ops around me creeping, uh
I feel like I’m Ichigo, whip out my blade, it’s even
And I ain’t finna' let ’em go, (Bankai), they leaking
I’ma pull up with a chopper in flip flops, you are not hard, you make music for TikTok
You not original, you is a rip off, I drain your blood and I use it as lip gloss
I take your blood and paint with it like Rick Ross, I do not rap and I never made hip hop
I could be frozen for one hundred years and then hop on the beat, you still hot
I come fitted up in that all black, I could gut you up with a thumb tack
Your house get lit up and we come back, you said you was tough, where your gun at?
Need a sippy cup for these dumb brats, if I catch you stuck, that’s a bloodbath
[Interlude]
Shh, turn off
Why they all start running when they see me coming? (Coming)
How y’all turn to Usain Bolt? If you ain’t scared, let's run it (Run it)
I wanna slash right though your neck and rip open your stomach (Stomach)
I wanna splash all in the mess and shove you in my oven (Oven)
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, my haters gon' do- (Yuh-yuh-yuh)
Uh, I’m switching, I’m switching it up, uh
I’m switching, I’m switching it up, ayy
You know I got it on me tucked
If I whip it out, I’m finna' bust
It go: Rah, rah, rah, it go: rah, rah, rah
It go: Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah, rah (Uh-huh, obey)
[Verse 1]
I’m finna' black out for the weekend, let my demons do the thinking, uh
I think I popped too many, think I’m tweaking, got these ops around me creeping, uh
I feel like I’m Ichigo, whip out my blade, it’s even
And I ain’t finna' let ’em go, (Bankai), they leaking
I’ma pull up with a chopper in flip flops, you are not hard, you make music for TikTok
You not original, you is a rip off, I drain your blood and I use it as lip gloss
I take your blood and paint with it like Rick Ross, I do not rap and I never made hip hop
I could be frozen for one hundred years and then hop on the beat, you still hot
I come fitted up in that all black, I could gut you up with a thumb tack
Your house get lit up and we come back, you said you was tough, where your gun at?
Need a sippy cup for these dumb brats, if I catch you stuck, that’s a bloodbath
[Interlude]
Shh, turn off
Why they all start running when they see me coming? (Coming)
How y’all turn to Usain Bolt? If you ain’t scared, let's run it (Run it)
I wanna slash right though your neck and rip open your stomach (Stomach)
I wanna splash all in the mess and shove you in my oven (Oven)
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh, yuh
Uh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, my haters gon' do- (Yuh-yuh-yuh)
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