Luigi's Mansion

Ay, bitch

Ay, go real, grab my shit, bitch

I know how the fuck I'm rocking

Real

Murder Worth shit

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (Bitch)

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (Go)

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (Bitch)

Bro try say it's smoke with us, then lil' bro pulled up quick (Bitch)

I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 556 (Bitch)

ARP hold 223, it turn 'em into bits

Mr. he ain't that, he ain't that, and he ain't this (****)

Mr. Met by Chance, she just wanna suck my dick (Bitch)

I done smoked yo whole advance, spent the rest in Saks 5th (Uh)

I got money, bitch I'm lit, and I drop hits (And I drop hits, bitch)

Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks (And my kicks)

She wan' fuck on me, just 'cause she know I'm it (She know I'm it)

Bitch, I'm the it factor

Bullet hit his daddy in the head, now he a bastard

I just fucked this bitch up on a Louis mattress (Hey)

I'm talkin' double C, and double G on me, I'm active (Hey)

I'm talkin' perc 30 on my ass, now I can't balance (Now I can't balance)

I'm talkin' real Murda Worth, shit done made it global (Bitch)

I'm on a king bed, used to shoot at all my locals (All my locals, ****)

Now the bad bitches on the 'Gram got me on they Roku (On they Roku)

I done got rich as fuck, spent 300 on soul food (On soul food)

That boy sad as hell, need to stick to rappin' on Pro Tools (On Pro Tools)

I be slidin' on all my opps, bitch I'm a pro with the tool

I'm talkin' 'bout get groovy

She wanna be in a sex movie

She tryna let me hit, and grab her fake booty (Bitch, ay)

**** be broke as hell, it ain't shit that they could say to me (****)

I'm gettin' baked as hell on Zaza, sippin' gooey

I done spent five racks in Louis

I done spent 600 on my tooley

She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie

In the C434 cooling

And the Mac 10 came with a cooler

We know you broke, who you fooling?

Her ass fat, but this bitch ass fuller

He a pro mag puller (Hey)

I done dropped up out that school, I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller, ****)

If I catch that boy on lack, I shoot like Hooper (Shoot like Hooper)

(Shoot like Hooper, shoot like Hooper, ay)

(Shoot like, bitch, ay, go)