[Intro: Lu]
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lu & Pouya]
Dont try me, I'll make Spider come get you
Testin' your luck, make the reaper come kiss you
Red dot on his forehead like a Hindu (Yuh)
Body her son and hand mama the tissues (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Pull up with a mask and Glock, ready or not
Body drop, bloody tank top, it's a face-off
Fuckboy, you should've never quit your day job
Had your bitch screamin' like, "Hey, ya" on her day off
[Verse 3: Kxllswxtch & Terror Reid]
Hey, y'all
Southern aliens comin' from outer space, ho
Brass knuckles equipped on me just to break jaws
"S" right to your chest like Clark Kent, but I'm talkin' Smith & Wess', though (Ay)
[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Ay, two, three, to thе four, you are now rocking with the G.O.A.T.
I be talkin' mad shit, lеt me clear my throat
Never know where I'm about to go
Wrap it up, punk bitch, make it pretty, with a bow
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lu & Pouya]
Dont try me, I'll make Spider come get you
Testin' your luck, make the reaper come kiss you
Red dot on his forehead like a Hindu (Yuh)
Body her son and hand mama the tissues (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Pull up with a mask and Glock, ready or not
Body drop, bloody tank top, it's a face-off
Fuckboy, you should've never quit your day job
Had your bitch screamin' like, "Hey, ya" on her day off
[Verse 3: Kxllswxtch & Terror Reid]
Hey, y'all
Southern aliens comin' from outer space, ho
Brass knuckles equipped on me just to break jaws
"S" right to your chest like Clark Kent, but I'm talkin' Smith & Wess', though (Ay)
[Verse 4: Terror Reid]
Ay, two, three, to thе four, you are now rocking with the G.O.A.T.
I be talkin' mad shit, lеt me clear my throat
Never know where I'm about to go
Wrap it up, punk bitch, make it pretty, with a bow
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