Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

I'm on two hundred percent like a pump, yeah

Can't escape my demons I see blood, yeah

I'ma beat a bitch up like a drum, yeah

Put my Ricks on, bitch, I gotta stomp 'em out

Put my Ricks on, bi-bitch, I gotta stomp 'em out

Put my Ricks on, bitch, I gotta stomp 'em out

Put my Ricks on, bitch, I gotta stomp 'em out

St-Stomp 'em out (Stomp 'em out)

Pop the champagne like it's Drizzy, yeah

All these other rappers plain, y'all pussy, yeah

I don't need no stylist, In my eyes I see malice

Bae when I touch your body, I won't tell nobody

I love to piss 'em off

I'ma crack his skull open with my Rickies on

I'm on the hunt, yeah, like it's Bloodborne

And I see through 'em all like a torn wall

Yeah, boy don't speak, you just a corn ball

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

Okay malice!

(Okay malice!)

I thought it was love

(Can't pretend I feel so bad inside)

But I couldn't be more wrong

(No competition, fuckboys don't try)

Another fucking mistake

(I'm out of orbit, when I fly so high)

Not a broken heart, just a heartache

(Bitch I feel like shit, I might just die)

Like gold bars (Fuck 'em up)

And fake love (Wake 'em up)

(Shut 'em up)

Oh, wrecker, I gave you my trust (What the fuck)

(Hit 'em up)

(Bring chaos)

(It's in my blood)

(What the fuck)

Shit

Now I level up while you stay the same

Looking for someone else to blame

I don't miss you, but I miss who I thought you were, bitch

The illusion died hard, but the vision got blurred

Now it feels so absurd (Malice, malice)

I never listened to your fucking words