Bite The Dust Enphamus

[Chorus]
I tell that boy to, mm, mm, mm, nigga, bite the dust
Drive-bys, we hangin' out that window when we slide the truck
Spin, spin, I know he in the city, bitch, let's shoot it up
Fuck that baby, fuck that lady, I pray to God his soul I touch
Murder, murder, kill, kill, maskin' up, we drill, drill
This ain't no OG, I'm servin' cancer, this that real deal
Adderalls, A-pill, RP, real pill
Hot dread, dead man, bald heads, Dr. Phil
I start clutchin' when they stand, I forget I'm famous
Snatch this chain off who? I swear to God, bitch, you gon' meet your maker
Naija and my mama, they been prayin' I control my anger
Know I keep this Gen 5 on my hip like I'm the Texas Ranger

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I be with members, why the fuck you think I'm droppin' bangers?
Bitch, them boys ain't drillers, they not killers, they just entertainers
Hollow through his face, we leave him patched up like an Oakland Raider
You niggas ain't trappin', I been servin' like a fuckin' waiter
Uh, uh
I been tryna lock in, I gotta spin by myself 'cause Javon's in the pen
I'm out here rollin' up L's and that's why my teachers and coaches didn't want me to win
I feel out of my skin, I feel out of my body, it ain't makin' sense
I feel out of my mind, just tryna see who the slimes just to pay off the rent
My shooters shoot shooters, smack steppers, AR came with boobies
He tender, I bend her, he beat her, we can't share that coochie
I do it, they do it, real steppers, I make gang music
Whack talk, drill talk, opp talk, bitch, I'm so fuckin' fluid