[Intro]
And saw a man commit, hideous acts
He said the he himself had eaten human flesh
But had survived, because he had faith
Faith in a new master
The hunter didn't understand
When a dark stranger said he was spreading his new religion
[Chorus]
Huh, everything I do is different
Everything I drip is different
All my bitches different
I do different shit, hit different cities
All my shit is different
I do different swags, I'm so prolific
Don't do politickin', bitch, I'm not a politician
I'm a look killer, baby, fashion killer
I been spillin' all the blood on the floor from all the bodies that I been catchin'
All these niggas small fries and I'm finna add some ketchup
[Verse 1]
I done burnt off my tires and these niggas playin' catch up
Walk 'em down like Michael Myers, I can't wait 'till I catch him
Put VETEMENTS on [?]
My rollie don't tick-tock, bitch, it's not Kesha
Yeah, it was just Chrome Hearts but then I bust down the bezel
And all my boots Balenciaga, bitch, I'm a real-real stepper
I do all my boo's with no strings attached, shawty, it ain't no pressure
I got a Mac-11, I got a ARP, I'm sittin' 'em both right on my dresser
She say she feelin' me, I hit that hoe right on my dresser
Uh, I took 'em to swag school, I'm the teacher, and yeah, this is they lesson
I tote the Glock 43 and an FN, I don't got no Smith and Wesson
I come in to get the swag that's been taken from me, go Liam Neeson
And saw a man commit, hideous acts
He said the he himself had eaten human flesh
But had survived, because he had faith
Faith in a new master
The hunter didn't understand
When a dark stranger said he was spreading his new religion
[Chorus]
Huh, everything I do is different
Everything I drip is different
All my bitches different
I do different shit, hit different cities
All my shit is different
I do different swags, I'm so prolific
Don't do politickin', bitch, I'm not a politician
I'm a look killer, baby, fashion killer
I been spillin' all the blood on the floor from all the bodies that I been catchin'
All these niggas small fries and I'm finna add some ketchup
[Verse 1]
I done burnt off my tires and these niggas playin' catch up
Walk 'em down like Michael Myers, I can't wait 'till I catch him
Put VETEMENTS on [?]
My rollie don't tick-tock, bitch, it's not Kesha
Yeah, it was just Chrome Hearts but then I bust down the bezel
And all my boots Balenciaga, bitch, I'm a real-real stepper
I do all my boo's with no strings attached, shawty, it ain't no pressure
I got a Mac-11, I got a ARP, I'm sittin' 'em both right on my dresser
She say she feelin' me, I hit that hoe right on my dresser
Uh, I took 'em to swag school, I'm the teacher, and yeah, this is they lesson
I tote the Glock 43 and an FN, I don't got no Smith and Wesson
I come in to get the swag that's been taken from me, go Liam Neeson
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