[Chorus: NIKKO]
Welcome to the party, baby walked in with a Glock
Already threw me the top, it had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground
And they all playing my songs, so I split pay with the mob
I said my trigger finger itching, who wanted smoke? I'm a bong
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone
Remind me who want a problem, big like I’m offa SARMS
[Verse 1: NIKKO]
And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back
Telling me they love all my shit, I'm mad fuckin' lit
I could get you mans fuckin slid, I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won and you’ll always lose
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove
Yuh, I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out 'em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it, they swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me
You wouldn’t get it huh
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic
Yeah im fed up with these lames
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you
Claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague
Came to bring infinite pain, I'm the baddest fuck you saying?
Welcome to the party, baby walked in with a Glock
Already threw me the top, it had me talking to God
A lethal weapon with extensions could put you feet in the ground
And they all playing my songs, so I split pay with the mob
I said my trigger finger itching, who wanted smoke? I'm a bong
Already know that my intentions very imbedded in smog
Because I’m filthy and unprecedented at gettin em gone
Remind me who want a problem, big like I’m offa SARMS
[Verse 1: NIKKO]
And that’s how I’ll squeeze the blood out a bitch
My tongue got em ripped
Posted with a gun outta state with hoes in the back
Telling me they love all my shit, I'm mad fuckin' lit
I could get you mans fuckin slid, I rock up my wrist yeah
Im not the one, but I’m bout my tools
Always loaded on me, like I’m liquor on a cruise
You need to face that I have won and you’ll always lose
But that’s just cause I’m better and I have something to prove
Yuh, I serrate my chain so I can whip brains out 'em
Find a tree and let ‘em hang on it, they swinging like playground
Wait like what’s with all the hatred they ask me
You wouldn’t get it huh
They can’t sthpit how I spit and it is fucking pathetic
Yeah im fed up with these lames
Run a hundred fuckin thousand out the bank before you
Claim that we could ever go toe to toe
Noticeable that you can’t
Interlope into their earlobes and they spread it like the plague
Came to bring infinite pain, I'm the baddest fuck you saying?
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