Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Koen Nagel
Songwriter
Lyrics
Part 1:
I keep a toolie in my pocket if a **** wanna try me
Toolie in my pocket, hit the blunt before I rock it
Watch your tone bitch when you talk, my **** on top equipped wit snipers
Bricks, we gettin dat, quick down LAX, bullet hit a **** quick, give a lil lineup
New chopstick, I ain’t talkin fine China
Drown in designer, like ski when I’m rhymin
Got the rag on, baby keem, I’m vibin
Drop a mixtape in 2 months, I’m grinding
Like Lost Tapes, ima soar to the sky, on the drugs, I'm high, got a slut legs wide
New gas pack, ima roll, I’m fried, none of you **** could Jack my style
Part 2:
Yeah, shoot a **** dead
If a **** want beef wit me, I pump him full of lead
Mop the floor wit his head!
All you **** dumb as fuck
All you **** dumb as shit
Wrap a cord around your neck, I’ll make your body plead the fifth
Findin shit to scratch the itch I told my nigg let’s hit a lick
Poppin roxys, rocks, I'm off it, I give no thought cuz death's a myth
Snortin lines to rid the edge, give no fuck if life gon end
Can’t recall the last time mi went to sleep no hit the spliff
Can’t recall the last time mi back away when fuck **** test
Rule you **** like darth maul, i son you **** like darth Vader
Foot on neck, I’m world famous, I keep my strap like Terminator
Dirty money, dirty method, I launder bills like breaking bad
Dirty pills, I’m dealin dat, **** overdosing in the back of cabs
Breaking bread wit scumbags, I’m breaking bread wit wanted man
Break the bank, we cookin crack, new recipe, feel like Arm & Ham
Amazing, amazing
Can’t feel face, I’m faceless
Why these girls need facelift just to feel good? I can’t take it
Why **** taking steroids just to feel big? It’s embarrassing
Why **** kill theyselves over some internet shit? Find Jesus
I been on a mission, I been on a mission
I been killing nazis, you won’t catch me wearing Yeezys
Feelin like I’m Escobar, got all this product, dealin
Troops on board all set to die, be killin, lootin, stealin
All you **** dumb as fuck
All you **** dumb as shit
Sixy leave you chilly, we be drillin niggys round the ends
Crazy tunes be coming, know I'm frantic when I’m off the meds
Feelin like I’m drizzy drake, how white bitches all in my bed
Written by: Koen Nagel

