(Glitch Realm shit) (Woah, woah)

(Woah, woah)

(Darkspin) (Woah, woah)

(Yeah, cut 'em up) (Woah, woah)

Talkin' like you 'bout, ****, you ain't with it

Klan, Klan, put a whole in your fitted (Woah, woah)

Everybody know you a bitch, just admit it

These **** rollin' 3.5, midget (Woah, woah)

With the stick, ****, yeah, I get to diggin'

She suck the dick with no hand, this bitch tricky (Woah, woah)

You want a feature? That bitch cost a ticket (Yeah)

Gettin' that money, I dig it, yadig (Dig it, yadig)

Spin on they block lie a motherfuckin' fidget (Spin on they what?)

Spin on they block, yeah, the choppa get to twistin' (Spin on they what?)

Kick that lil' bitch out the spot, she too fishy (Yeah)

I gave you the plot, lil' ****, you didn't listen (Woah, woah-woah-woah-woah)

I'm cookin' this shit up, yeah, right in the kitchen (Woah)

Don't speak on me, ****, my name, don't mention (Woah, woah)

I feel normal when I pull up in the trenches (Woah, woah)

Yo lifestyle fake, death what you wishin' (Blit, yeah)

Buh-buh, now his ass really feel it (Buh-buh-buh)

Heat him up, cook his ass like a skittle (Woah, yeah)

Lil' shawty too wet, she love when I'm in it (Yeah)

She give me that neck, disrespectful with it (Woah, yeah)

Shit get hot on yo block like chili (Buh-buh)

Wrap a **** up, take his ass to Willy's (Woah, wrap him up)

****, keep lookin', my trigger finger itchin' (Yeah)

Buh-buh, ****, I ain't ever missin' (Woah, buh-buh)

These **** ain't really real, they just fake shit (Yeah)

That **** ass on the ground, hit the killswitch (Woah, woah-woah)

I rob his ass for the pounds, takin' all that shit (Yeah)

Lil' thick bitch, hit it from the back, lil' fat chick (Lil' fat chick)

Lil' bitch pussy wet as uh-uh (Yeah)

Lil' bitch pussy soakin', just wet up my mattress (Woah, woah)

Hell nah, ****, I can't let up (Can't let up)

These **** be cappin' they always actin' (Woah, woah)

Talkin' like you 'bout, ****, you ain't with it

Klan, Klan, put a whole in your fitted (Woah, woah)

Everybody know you a bitch, just admit it

These **** rollin' 3.5, midget (Woah, woah)

With the stick, ****, yeah, I get to diggin'

She suck the dick with no hand, this bitch tricky (Woah, woah)

You want a feature? That bitch cost a ticket (Yeah)

Gettin' that money, I dig it, yadig (Dig it, yadig)

Spin on they block lie a motherfuckin' fidget (Spin on they what?)

Spin on they block, yeah, the choppa get to twistin' (Spin on they what?)

Kick that lil' bitch out the spot, she too fishy (Yeah)

I gave you the plot, lil' ****, you didn't listen (Woah, woah-woah-woah-woah)

I'm cookin' this shit up, yeah, right in the kitchen (Woah)

Don't speak on me, ****, my name, don't mention (Woah, woah)

I feel normal when I pull up in the trenches (Woah, woah)

Yo lifestyle fake, death what you wishin' (Blit, yeah)

Buh-buh, now his ass really feel it (Buh-buh-buh)

Heat him up, cook his ass like a skittle (Woah, yeah)

Lil' shawty too wet, she love when I'm in it (Yeah)

She give me that neck, disrespectful with it (Woah, yeah)

Shit get hot on yo block like chili (Buh-buh)

Wrap a **** up, take his ass to Willy's (Woah, wrap him up)

****, keep lookin', my trigger finger itchin' (Yeah)

Buh-buh, ****, I ain't ever missin' (Woah, buh-buh)

(Yeah)

(Woah, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Woah, woah)

(Yeah)

(Woah, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Woah, woah)