I spin the block till I'm nauseous

Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick

I spin the block till I'm nauseous

Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick

(Slizzy going crazy)

I spin the block 'til I'm nauseous

Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick (Skrt, skrt skrt)

Pussy you better be cautious

I run the city, some boss shit (Boss)

I got some shooters like OpTic

Moving that weight this ain't cross fit (Bah, bah, bah)

You cannot fuck with the goddess

This pussy boy must be agnostic (Atheist)

I turn this bitch to a moshpit

Speak on my name and we pop shit (Pop, pop, pop)

Whipping that wet like hibachi

Brodie gon' slide with a chopstick (Grrraaahhh)

Pop me a Perky, a Roxy

Rocking all black like I'm gothic (Gothic)

Look at the way that I'm flossing

Fletchy ain't taking no losses (Woo)

Swerving all over the freeway

Only way I know the G way

Toting that heat like I'm D Wade (Yeah)

I turn this bitch into D Day, aye

Bitch you ain't getting no leeway (Bah, bah)

Ball on these bitches like EA

Might catch a body I'm DK (The killer)

Aye, scooping your bitch up

She suck the clique up, now she got hiccups (Hiccups)

Aye, flooding my wrist up

I got my drip up, bet I won't slip up (Bet I won't slip)

Aye, ballin' like NBA

You hoes at the park playing pick up (Swish)

At the club taking shot, after shot, after shot

You touch me I'm picking that blick up (Bow)

Eenie, miney, mo bitches

Can't decide, it's no picking (Woah)

With the pirates, more chicken

This is not a rotisserie (Yeah)

Touch the squad and go missing (Bah, bah)

See the watch it's no Nixon

Watergate on this Richard (Water)

Millie Bobby Brown sniffing

White bitch, nose dripping

Here's another flow switch

And it go like

Simply put, I'm the greatest to do this shit

Me versus whoever man

I don't care who it is (Nah)

Gnaw on the mic, act a fool like I'm Ludacris

I meditate when I smoke with my Buddhist bitch

Rolls or the Urus, (yeesh) depend on what mood I'm in

Y'all looking back

Talking 'bout what you could've been (Oh yeah)

Putting in work, in the stu'

Where you should've been

'Stead you was Googling (?) (Pulling in)

Aye, getting them racks

Chasing them plaques

Smoking that thrax

Back of the 'llac

Tryna relax, just check out my stats (Just check out my stats)

I don't trust (?)

My city so fast it was dead

Now I got that bitch jumping like jack (Jack)

Fletchy so dope, when he drop

Everybody get hooked

Like he lyrically cooking off crack (Crack)

Aye

I spin the block 'til I'm nauseous

Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick (Skrt, skrt skrt)

Pussy you better be cautious

I run the city, some boss shit (Boss)

I got some shooters like OpTic

Moving that weight this ain't cross fit (Bah, bah, bah)

You cannot fuck with the god

This pussy boy must be agnostic (Atheist)

I turn this bitch to a moshpit

Speak on my name and we pop shit (Pop, pop, pop)

Whipping that wet like hibachi

Brodie gon' slide with a chopstick (Grrraaahhh)

Pop me a Perky, a Roxy

Rocking all black like I'm gothic (Gothic)

Look at the way that I'm flossing

Fletchy ain't taking no losses (Woo)

Swerving all over the freeway

Only way I know the G way

Toting that heat like I'm D Wade (Yeah)

I turn this bitch into D Day, aye

Bitch you ain't getting no leeway (Bah, bah)

Ball on these bitches like EA

Might catch a body I'm DK

(The Killer)

(The Killer)

(The Killer)

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah, Aye

Bitch I'm the killer