[Intro]
Fuck all the money
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Gizmo]
Break down your bones into sand
Keep talkin' that shit, I'ma cut the fingers right off your hands
Blood on the floor by demand
You was just hatin' on me, now you want be my friend?
I cannot fuck with you fakes
Dirty little rats and you help board snakes
Get the fuck away, if you don't, you gon' be erased
You don't got a reason for livin', you're just a waste
Countin' money, guns, big fat old blunts
Stupid little whores all on my nuts (My nuts)
Please leave me be, all you bitches ain't clean
You need to bathe yourselves in Boratine
I'm doin' this shit for a reason
Do it for me, I don't care what car he's in
I won't be done 'til I'm dying and bleedin'
I'm sacrificin' till I'm up and we even
[Chorus: Gizmo]
Say a few words to your own god
Before I cut your bones off with a bone saw
Should I starve you or bleed you out? It's your own call
I show no mercy, this ain't jail, no one more phone call
Say a few words to your own god
Before I cut your bones off with a bone saw
Should I starve you or bleed you out? It's your own call
I show no mercy, this ain't jail, no one more phone call
Fuck all the money
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Gizmo]
Break down your bones into sand
Keep talkin' that shit, I'ma cut the fingers right off your hands
Blood on the floor by demand
You was just hatin' on me, now you want be my friend?
I cannot fuck with you fakes
Dirty little rats and you help board snakes
Get the fuck away, if you don't, you gon' be erased
You don't got a reason for livin', you're just a waste
Countin' money, guns, big fat old blunts
Stupid little whores all on my nuts (My nuts)
Please leave me be, all you bitches ain't clean
You need to bathe yourselves in Boratine
I'm doin' this shit for a reason
Do it for me, I don't care what car he's in
I won't be done 'til I'm dying and bleedin'
I'm sacrificin' till I'm up and we even
[Chorus: Gizmo]
Say a few words to your own god
Before I cut your bones off with a bone saw
Should I starve you or bleed you out? It's your own call
I show no mercy, this ain't jail, no one more phone call
Say a few words to your own god
Before I cut your bones off with a bone saw
Should I starve you or bleed you out? It's your own call
I show no mercy, this ain't jail, no one more phone call
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