[Intro: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: BLCKK]
I walk in this bitch, somebody need to die (Somebody need to die)
Split that bitch in half, I'm fuckin' certified
Pablo Escobar you faggots, who gon' testify? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, brought that shit inside (Brought that shit inside)
Please don't fuck my money up, I don't want no prison time (Bap, bap)
I see you talk 'bout runnin' up, well, bitch, I'm right here
And I'm fifteen bottles deep and shit
Said "I can't think for shit", smell like blood and alcohol
Shit, I keep sleepin' in, I love when people die around me
That's 'cause you talk about me
I love money more than you, I need nine-hundred-thousand
Fuck it, triple that, I'm tryna need like twenty-five accountants
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Got a gun so big, don't gotta aim, four stars, real life, not GTA
I try to slap a nigga every day, slap the shit out a nigga, no explanation
I'll shoot a nigga before I chase him, beat the shit out a nigga like degeneration
Beat the shit out a nigga like Randy Savage, beat the shit out a nigga, gang task force
Beat the shit out a nigga that's not my horse
I only smoke two strains, strong and stronger
Bigger drum, it shoot for longer
I beat the shit outta anything causing problem
I can't go within fifteen feet of the pussy
I can't go within fifteen feet of a kitchen
OG Sherbert, this shit hittin'
Slap a nigga in his face so hard, he shittin'
Slap a nigga so hard, I break his whole jaw
Slap a nigga so hard, he eat out a straw
Slap a nigga so hard, turn to Anderson Silva
Slap a nigga so hard— Rrr
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: BLCKK]
I walk in this bitch, somebody need to die (Somebody need to die)
Split that bitch in half, I'm fuckin' certified
Pablo Escobar you faggots, who gon' testify? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, brought that shit inside (Brought that shit inside)
Please don't fuck my money up, I don't want no prison time (Bap, bap)
I see you talk 'bout runnin' up, well, bitch, I'm right here
And I'm fifteen bottles deep and shit
Said "I can't think for shit", smell like blood and alcohol
Shit, I keep sleepin' in, I love when people die around me
That's 'cause you talk about me
I love money more than you, I need nine-hundred-thousand
Fuck it, triple that, I'm tryna need like twenty-five accountants
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Got a gun so big, don't gotta aim, four stars, real life, not GTA
I try to slap a nigga every day, slap the shit out a nigga, no explanation
I'll shoot a nigga before I chase him, beat the shit out a nigga like degeneration
Beat the shit out a nigga like Randy Savage, beat the shit out a nigga, gang task force
Beat the shit out a nigga that's not my horse
I only smoke two strains, strong and stronger
Bigger drum, it shoot for longer
I beat the shit outta anything causing problem
I can't go within fifteen feet of the pussy
I can't go within fifteen feet of a kitchen
OG Sherbert, this shit hittin'
Slap a nigga in his face so hard, he shittin'
Slap a nigga so hard, I break his whole jaw
Slap a nigga so hard, he eat out a straw
Slap a nigga so hard, turn to Anderson Silva
Slap a nigga so hard— Rrr
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