I got that knife on tight, that chopper just like Chuck E. Porcinell

It's y'all can have a crazy ass, but fuck, don't want it with him, never

I go tell my mama I'm a demon, bitch, I'm plucking shit, my neck is YBG

I bring that red, make fuck the fed, bitch, I'm a metaphor

Might slaughter him right now, from South Atlanta up to now

Now my lyrics, when that Drake, he caught a body, he just knocks him down

I just fuckin' up my mental, fuck the corners, Leo Batty

Find a reaper, call me, split that bitch, man, fuck that boy, I want him gone

I'm dead, bitch, knock that murder shit, that red fire, I got that ****

Dead on arrival, fuck my brother, crash the ride

I'll put you up, bitch, be quiet

Walk that scope and swing that chopper side to side

Now it's a murder scene, I smoke that shawty back, bitch, I don't kill that ****, bitch, ain't with that

It's Halloween, he on me, that's when I be like, get back

I got demons in my head, I'm sippin' lean, you pussy, bitch

Talk to the devil, that's my fuckin' routine, I ain't with the shit

Tell me what's the word, just tell me what you tryna do

I know that dope that's layin' out, how you clutchin, bitch, you ain't gon' shoot

I know the people, bitch, I see you watchin, bitch, I ain't no fool

I hear them bitches plan on murderin' me

Get rolled down, bitch, go to sleep

Fuck your momma, fuck your daddy, fuck your cousin, leave him out the seat

From top of my left self, no, bitch, I'm bangin' green, yo

Clean blood up off my shirt, might go and buy Supreme

Got that knife on top, that chopper just like Chucky, pussy nails

It's drunk and I'm a crazy ass, the fuck, don't want it with him, never

I go tell my momma I'm a demon, bitch, I'm pukin' shit, my nails

YBG, I paint that red, make fuck the feds, bitch, I'm a made of steel

That ARV, I swear that bitch a clown

My bros talk to her, they say he's still alive, might tell him, bitch, I'm tryin' to get it

So I might fuck the studio, might tell him I can't report it

But my mans don't skirt on they blockin, wet up they whole party

Just like Lil' Lou, hop out that truck, we finish where we was goin

Before we bring out ten, head off them shots, you know we out to smoke

That show don't need no friends, your partner died and the bitch, you can't afford it

Run that checklist, check my wrist, my nine

Double my cup, I make all of them G's, I pop at your party

I keep me up burnin, burnin' with you, shout out to Dusty, I'm slingin' at her

I'm bangin' on beats till the devil get with me

My lil' bro, he swangin' that dragon, he caught him a phase, he shootin' that bitch, you don't need no pretension

Tell him I'm there, but I'm stayin' to rip up my nails

Fuck all that shit, I be keepin' the reason, I'm talkin' to demons

I told him my day that I'm leavin, they boutta go see me

I'm killin' them ****, completin' the mission, I'm changin' the season

I'm killin' them ****

Run that shit, run that shit, couldn't have her

Don't go to talkin, I might pop your mama

All that play, I just might block it, fuckin

I'm gon' pop your ****

Leave a big-ass hole up in the stage, you know couldn't have a partner

Know the fuckin' we poppin, I bet I blow your mind

Lil' pussy, bitch, man, tell him get over me

Man, I been in this shit, I ain't know the game

Got that knife on top, that chopper just like Chuck E. Porcinell

It's drunk and I'm a crazy ass, the fuck, don't want it with him

Now go tell my mama I'm a demon's bitch, I'm pluckin' shit my neck

It's YBG, I bang that redneck, fuck the feds, bitch, I'm a metaphor

I'm a metaphor

I'm a metaphor

I'm a metaphor

Don't fuck a bitch

I'm a metaphor

I'm a metaphor