[Verse 1]
508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride
Tell ya, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, chick I lied, chick I lied
I ain't got no stupid job, this my life, this my, wait—
(All a'yall wishy and washy)
[Verse 2]
This is Scarface, someone stop me
I've been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be tryna put your stupid arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies, wish you were somebody
That's for e'rybody
Mama, Poppy
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is panorama, this is life's a movie
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a crazy humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to find me
I've been killin' suckers, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish sh-- that wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib then I'ma go to pocket put all of your money in a escrow
F what you sayin', I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistake I wasn't next up
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag
Gettin' ate out, that's a PopCon
Promise with you, that's too bad
My Jamaican chick got socks on
Every time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
508 all on my side, they gon' ride, they gon' ride
Tell ya, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon' retire, chick I lied, chick I lied
I ain't got no stupid job, this my life, this my, wait—
(All a'yall wishy and washy)
[Verse 2]
This is Scarface, someone stop me
I've been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari
Don't be tryna put your stupid arm around me
44 shots traumatizin' from the .45, hit 44 more
Carbon copies, wish you were somebody
That's for e'rybody
Mama, Poppy
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is panorama, this is life's a movie
I'm Mahatma Gandhi, a crazy humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I'm ridin' shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain't too hard to find me
I've been killin' suckers, still ain't nothin' left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish sh-- that wanna give me besos
They must've forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib then I'ma go to pocket put all of your money in a escrow
F what you sayin', I'm not the one that you play with
I think they really mistake I wasn't next up
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I'm on one
I'ma beat it down with a Du-Rag
Gettin' ate out, that's a PopCon
Promise with you, that's too bad
My Jamaican chick got socks on
Every time I hit it she be like, "wagwan"
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