Letras

Did I ask you? Nah bitch, I am past you All you soft as fuck, I'm chopping through you all like wagyu Here's a ticket to the raffle in front of my castle You are cattle Wouldn't want to be ya when I see ya Gonna put ya 100 meters In the ground through the gravel Back to my roots, back to the truth Back from the future bringing all of my news I Nissan zoom through the Ps and Qs Ain't nobody gonna tell me what the fuck to do Here's noose fo ya neck Would you rather die by the tech Or would you rather die by Spec With a fist through chest? Would you rather hide with vest And highlight ya nature at best? Put a pussy to rest Did I ask you? Nah bitch, I am past you All you soft as fuck, I'm chopping through you all like wagyu Here's a ticket to the raffle Get 'em Frank Castled at the battle Cannot wait to bring ya To the bottom with the barrel Gonna bring up all that peril With the gavel Annunaki mutilation Why you talking through my patience? I walk through desolation I made this my presentation Y'all ain't working on yo' legacy They want to imitate me 'cause I got the remedy They wanna copy, cover I'm so jjeoreo Coming to the top to shit down ya gutter Running running 'round Running 'round the opp I don't really give a fuck about your kind you flock Bastard kin tryna talk and walk I don't got a fucking ounce of respect for you lot You won't see my success Everybody waiting, watching for what's next They sucking my dick that's their quest Put 'em to rest Bullet holes through yo' chest, lil' bitch Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with? Who you fucking with?
Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin, Igor Poletaev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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