(OMY Ketalsd)

Triple homicide, triple homicide blackout

Bring the hos in, it get fun inside pack out

Why she tryna fight?, she want me to hit her raw smackdown

She got red hair like Rihanna, tryna take a mandown (Is that 800?, cyeh!)

Y'all don't want smoke, y'all been fanned out

Pull the bands out, I ain't ever need no fucking handout

Been the man, do what I want not what I can now

Y'all don't understand, never thought this be the way it turn out

Lemme show you a picture, I ain't never care about shit always need hundred bands my figures

So imma deliver, who give a fuck bout a hater, when you know that you been that ****

We black him out, we leave him X-ed

He kept on chirping then ended like Twitter

How you want smoke and they pouring you liquor?

Stay with the gang but I still been a hitter

She just took a perk she can't wait

I just smoked a blunt now I can't concentrate

I thought I told you we can't relate

Her love is like a drug I'm tryna meet my fate

Hund percent count up the bands

I ain't never need no friend (prr)

You not Superman, you not a hero, you more "Clark Can't"

How you tryna still the swag bitch that's something I invert

How you tryna mess with bands when you don't make no cent (wha?)

Man it don't make no sense

I've been smoking so much zaza, you could tell by the scent

Bitch we've been with the smoke, like on top of the vent

Shawty been in feelings, now she just tryna vent (ha ha ha)

When you told me that you love me was it something you meant?

(OMY Ketalsd)

Triple homicide, triple homicide blackout (cyeh!)

Bring the hos in, it get fun inside pack out

Why she tryna fight, she want me to hit her raw smackdown

She got red hair like Rihanna, tryna take a mandown (Is that 800?)