[Intro]
(Nitemare)
(Nah, I don't give no fuck)
[Verse: Smokingskul]
Bitch, I-Bitch, I did this shit independent like a single mother of three (Aye)
Bitch, you lyin' if you say you wouldn't do the same shit if you was me (Aye)
If I was you and you was me
It ain't nothin' 'bout it, bitch, I would agree
Aye, these niggas switch up but it's cool
Aye, feel like a dad, hand me that tool (Aye, what)
Ran up on me, tryna take my ice, leave 'em on a tee 'cause I pity fool
These niggas not around like a Juul n' shit
Bitch, I'm MOSHPXT, how I'm shootin' shit
You Justin Bieber with that baby Glock when you up that, you Ludacris (Aye, what)
MAC 10s and FNs, we steppin' on yo' shooters
No check ins or preppings, we do this with no tutors
Don't еase up no lettin', the Xans in, thе Fent' in
The work in from pension
I know you hear me but no comprehension
If you diss me, nigga, stand on it
Before I drop the beef, spray some pam on it
Who is that nigga? I can't put my hand on it
If you tryna match, put more than a gram on it
Aye, tell these niggas the truth, they cry
Niggas diss me, that shit don't fly by
Niggas really gon' die
.45 leave 'em sky high, leave 'em like Walt Disney
He tried to slide on me but the opp missed me (What, aye)
I got so many niggas tryna off me
I'm off the Fredo, bitch, I'm coughin'
Sippin' on lean, nigga, R.I.P. Fredo
Aye, Glock 19, Chief Keef and the Glock 26, Tadoe
Yo-Yo' bitch givin' me knowledge, all of a sudden, I'm Galileo
Glock gon' get up with you like Cayo
I'm getting' bread, the chicken, the lettuce, hold the mayo
I got a Tommy, like Hideo
You don't got a Shinigami like you L
This K, give 'em hell
Cartier shades like I read in braille
(Nitemare)
(Nah, I don't give no fuck)
[Verse: Smokingskul]
Bitch, I-Bitch, I did this shit independent like a single mother of three (Aye)
Bitch, you lyin' if you say you wouldn't do the same shit if you was me (Aye)
If I was you and you was me
It ain't nothin' 'bout it, bitch, I would agree
Aye, these niggas switch up but it's cool
Aye, feel like a dad, hand me that tool (Aye, what)
Ran up on me, tryna take my ice, leave 'em on a tee 'cause I pity fool
These niggas not around like a Juul n' shit
Bitch, I'm MOSHPXT, how I'm shootin' shit
You Justin Bieber with that baby Glock when you up that, you Ludacris (Aye, what)
MAC 10s and FNs, we steppin' on yo' shooters
No check ins or preppings, we do this with no tutors
Don't еase up no lettin', the Xans in, thе Fent' in
The work in from pension
I know you hear me but no comprehension
If you diss me, nigga, stand on it
Before I drop the beef, spray some pam on it
Who is that nigga? I can't put my hand on it
If you tryna match, put more than a gram on it
Aye, tell these niggas the truth, they cry
Niggas diss me, that shit don't fly by
Niggas really gon' die
.45 leave 'em sky high, leave 'em like Walt Disney
He tried to slide on me but the opp missed me (What, aye)
I got so many niggas tryna off me
I'm off the Fredo, bitch, I'm coughin'
Sippin' on lean, nigga, R.I.P. Fredo
Aye, Glock 19, Chief Keef and the Glock 26, Tadoe
Yo-Yo' bitch givin' me knowledge, all of a sudden, I'm Galileo
Glock gon' get up with you like Cayo
I'm getting' bread, the chicken, the lettuce, hold the mayo
I got a Tommy, like Hideo
You don't got a Shinigami like you L
This K, give 'em hell
Cartier shades like I read in braille
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