[Intro: Moxas, VI Seconds]
Perfect!
Ayy, huh? (I'm that dude, bitch)
What? Yeah, what? (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)
Huh? Yeah, huh? Huh? (I ain't rude, bitch, I'm that dude, bitch)
Huh? Yeah (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)
[Verse 1: Moxas]
Yeah (Yeah), you fucking with me, you a goner (Ayy)
Man, I should apologize really for killing these bitches, I'm sorry, your honor ([?])
And I got your bitch and it's getting real hot, but I promise we not in a sauna (Hot!)
And trust, if you talking to me but you ain't got a check, then you telling me “Nada” (Brr)
Go talk to the Heavenly Father, I step in Heaven, now Heaven is hotter (Yeah)
Pull up to the 7-Eleven, I'm whipping the whip, in the back is your daughter (Bitch!)
I might send her back to her nigga, but she gon' be wearing some shit that I bought her (Uh-huh)
And if you see me on the streets, then do not say, "What's up?" I don't like to be bothered (What?)
And, bitch, I'm a martyr (Ayy, huh?), fuck around, you can get attacked
If you give me any money, you won't get it back (What?), think you really in my league? What kinda shit is that?
Get a hazmat 'cause I'm too sick (Yeah), puking (Huh?), flow got me looking so putrid (Ugh!)
Who gives (Who?) two shits? (Who?) Phone got me yelling out, "Who this?"
[Verse 2: ImDontai]
Get back, nigga, no, you don't want none, Kit Kat, my bitch black, I'mma break her
Baby saw my bank, she said it's made up, damn, I look good, I don't need makeup
Me and VI back at it like a bot on the gram, I don't want your news, I don't wanna be friends
You can talk to the hand, abandon my pants, they like to expand, uh
Flow hit you outta this planet, you crashing through Mars, unbelievable damage
You can't understand it, you asking your parents, the bass is outstanding, your momma a Karen
"Please, hey police, two niggas from what I see
They OD, they out in my neighborhood disturbing the peace!"
Yeah, I disturb the peace, I'm murdering while leaving every white tee burgundy
The white bitch need surgery, you heard of me? I flow like a butterfly sting like a needle
I stay with that Iron like I was Magneto, I'm here to wipe out a percentage of people
I know I sound crazy (Crazy, but I-I'm not evil, I...)
Well, maybe a little bit, it's hit or miss, I'm sick of these little kids, these little shits
I wanna cut 'em up to itty-bitty bits and feed 'em to the dogs like little kiddy sips ([?])
I say I'm the best, they throwing hissy fits, the flow like water sink the bigger ships
I'm that petty, I got the quickest lip, if rap was rats, well, then I'm Pickle Rick, ayy
If I got opps, they really keep it under wraps
'Cause they know I'm petty and toxic, and my fans is worse than that
You talking shit, then I will rain down fury upon that ass
I write on my free time and still body you with my raps, nigga
Perfect!
Ayy, huh? (I'm that dude, bitch)
What? Yeah, what? (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)
Huh? Yeah, huh? Huh? (I ain't rude, bitch, I'm that dude, bitch)
Huh? Yeah (I ain't rude, bitch, all my money blue, bitch)
[Verse 1: Moxas]
Yeah (Yeah), you fucking with me, you a goner (Ayy)
Man, I should apologize really for killing these bitches, I'm sorry, your honor ([?])
And I got your bitch and it's getting real hot, but I promise we not in a sauna (Hot!)
And trust, if you talking to me but you ain't got a check, then you telling me “Nada” (Brr)
Go talk to the Heavenly Father, I step in Heaven, now Heaven is hotter (Yeah)
Pull up to the 7-Eleven, I'm whipping the whip, in the back is your daughter (Bitch!)
I might send her back to her nigga, but she gon' be wearing some shit that I bought her (Uh-huh)
And if you see me on the streets, then do not say, "What's up?" I don't like to be bothered (What?)
And, bitch, I'm a martyr (Ayy, huh?), fuck around, you can get attacked
If you give me any money, you won't get it back (What?), think you really in my league? What kinda shit is that?
Get a hazmat 'cause I'm too sick (Yeah), puking (Huh?), flow got me looking so putrid (Ugh!)
Who gives (Who?) two shits? (Who?) Phone got me yelling out, "Who this?"
[Verse 2: ImDontai]
Get back, nigga, no, you don't want none, Kit Kat, my bitch black, I'mma break her
Baby saw my bank, she said it's made up, damn, I look good, I don't need makeup
Me and VI back at it like a bot on the gram, I don't want your news, I don't wanna be friends
You can talk to the hand, abandon my pants, they like to expand, uh
Flow hit you outta this planet, you crashing through Mars, unbelievable damage
You can't understand it, you asking your parents, the bass is outstanding, your momma a Karen
"Please, hey police, two niggas from what I see
They OD, they out in my neighborhood disturbing the peace!"
Yeah, I disturb the peace, I'm murdering while leaving every white tee burgundy
The white bitch need surgery, you heard of me? I flow like a butterfly sting like a needle
I stay with that Iron like I was Magneto, I'm here to wipe out a percentage of people
I know I sound crazy (Crazy, but I-I'm not evil, I...)
Well, maybe a little bit, it's hit or miss, I'm sick of these little kids, these little shits
I wanna cut 'em up to itty-bitty bits and feed 'em to the dogs like little kiddy sips ([?])
I say I'm the best, they throwing hissy fits, the flow like water sink the bigger ships
I'm that petty, I got the quickest lip, if rap was rats, well, then I'm Pickle Rick, ayy
If I got opps, they really keep it under wraps
'Cause they know I'm petty and toxic, and my fans is worse than that
You talking shit, then I will rain down fury upon that ass
I write on my free time and still body you with my raps, nigga
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