[Part I: POLE! remix]
[Intro]
DUEY, you're so fucking dirty
Ayy, yo, uh, yuh
Yuh, uh, yuh
Ayy, yuh, woah, woah
Woah, uh, oh
Ayy, ayy
Woah
[Chorus]
I might pull up to yo' crib totin' motherfuckin' poles (Ayy, yeah)
Like it is my right, I tote them sticks and tote them poles
If we end on Fortnite, ayy, I tote them fuckin' poles (Woah-woah-woah)
Long range scope on my AR, it's a motherfuckin' pole
[Interlude]
Yes, I, yes, I tote them fuckin' poles
Uh, yes, I, uh, yes, I tote the fuckin' poles
Uh, yeah, yes, I, uh, yes, I tote the fuckin' poles
Yeah, I'ma buss-buss up wit' a pole
Flex up, woah
[Verse]
At yo' motherfuckin' gang, I'm finna pull up with that pole (Ayy)
Talkin' like a fuckin' bitch (Ayy), I'm finna (Yеah) leave yo' whole facе swole
Got ya on the camera, like it is a photoshoot, you pose
I am rich, I only be eating out of some golden bowls (Shh)
[Chorus]
I might pull up to yo' crib totin' motherfuckin' poles (Ayy, yeah)
Like it is my right, I tote them sticks and tote them poles (Woah-woah-woah)
If we end on Fortnite, ayy, I tote them fuckin' poles (Woah-woah-woah)
Long range scope on my AR, it's a motherfuckin' pole
[Part II: blue hair freestyle]
[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, uh
Yuh, uh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, uh, yuh, uh
Yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse]
Put 'em in the ground and I hit 'em with the pole
If you want shit, then I eat you like bowl
I got yo' bitch and she eatin' the dick
If you wan' bitch, then I pull out the beam
Tryna fuck with me, I wanna see you try
Hittin' yo' bitch and that shit is so bi
He tryna buck and now he just gon' die
Shoot 'em with the Glock and now I say, "Bye"
I cannot fuck with you, bitch, just look down
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I do it in town
Countin' my money, countin' my bands
If you want shit, let's throw hands
Got all this money and got all these racks
If you wanna fight, please just relax
[Outro]
Put 'em in the ground and I hit 'em with the pole
If you want shit, then I eat you like bowl
I got yo' bitch and she eatin' the dick
If you wan' bitch, then I pull out the beam
Tryna fuck with me, I wanna see you try
Hittin' yo' bitch and that shit is so bi
He tryna buck and now he just gon' die
Shoot 'em with the Glock and now I say, "Bye"
I cannot fuck with you, bitch, just look down
Fuckin' yo' bitch and I do it in town
Countin' my money, countin' my bands
If you want shit, let's throw hands
Got all this money and got all these racks
If you wanna fight, please just relax
[Part III: aimbot]
[Intro]
Делит на бите, сука
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm tryna find 'em and [?]
Cannot feel myself, I just think [?]
What are you livin' for?
I'ma find you and [?]
[?]
Every time you shoot it, then you might as well just [?]
Think that you could beat me, then you tryna throw yo' fists up?
Tryna [?] I'll hit you with a [?]
My Glock's from outer space, get fucked with a [?]
What do you think? You're tryna fight, kill me?
I'ma have to hit you in your back, break it like Bane
Ain't no way [?]
He say that he better, but he usin' fuckin' aimbot
Now I'm gonna shoot 'em and I let his body fuckin' rot
Now he tryna run, so I shot 'em in his [?]
Buddy think that he can beat me [?]
Blow it up like a semtex, now I get the checks
Tryna fight me, yeah [?]
He think that he can beat me, shoot 'em with a [?]
[?]
Bud, you're trash, and you will never be set free
Just lettin' you know, the only thing you're gonna be doing is die
[Part IV: DEMONNOIZE]
[Intro]
Mud
[Verse]
I'ma put 'em in a ditch to get rich
Let that little boy know I hear the lich
Yeah, bitch, I'm goin' insane
If you want shit, then I'm a murder machine
I cannot care 'bout where I go
If you wan' play, then I pull out the fo'
I'ma murder you and all of your friends
I'ma hunt you until the day ends
Givin' you a stroke, I'ma choke
Put that lil' boy inside of a tote
Spittin' bars so fast, the time really past
You know me, I won't be last
Kill that boy and put a cast
Walkin' in, it's straight blast
I'ma kill you like how your grandparents died
Just let you know, my choppa let 'em fry
Die, die, die, cook 'em up like pie
If he say he gon' live, that's a fuckin' lie
[Part V: murder diary cover]
[Intro]
Fuck you
[Verse 1]
I don't really care about that bitch, she gon' die slow
Bitch, I keep a diary, I'll stab you where my knives go
M40 bussin', necrotrappin' when you drive home
I just hit this bitch from the back and gave her ride home (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Big dog, bitch, I'm Clifford, I might give her my pole
Bitch, I'm strapped up, kerosene up in my soul (Yeah)
Dropped her, if you walk up on me, then I might blow
I just cut her face off, she wasn't my type though
[Part VI: jersey club heads will roll]
[Intro]
Off with your head (Ayy)
Dance 'til you're dead (Yeah)
Heads will roll (Yup)
Heads will roll (That's fo' sho)
Heads will roll (Yessir) on the floor (What?)
Blammo is fat, oh, yes, oh, oh, yes, he is (Partly a joke)
WARYY was right when he said he was fat (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
And said he was bad at mu-mu-music (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
'Cause he's fat-fat-fat-fat-fat-fat-fat (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Please don't eat the microphone (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
You don't have a bone, it's only fat (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Yeah, you look like a rat (Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
I bet you are not a big nice—
[Verse]
Hope one day he will be my bridal
I'ma slap you like a big tidal
Uh, like the one from the water cycle
Ooga-booga like I am a caveman
I will find a kitty and I put 'em in my van
Go on now, shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake-shake-shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shake, hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shake-shake-shake-sha-sha-shake-shake
Shake-shake-shake
Now bow-bow-bow-bo-bo-bow
[Bridge]
Bow-bow-bo-bo-bow-bow-bow
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake-shake
Arf, shake, shake, arf, shake, shake
Shake, shake (Off with ya head)
Did you hear me? (Dance 'til you're dead)
I said shake, shake (Heads will roll), shake, shake, shake (Heads will roll)
(Heads will roll on the floor) sha—, uh, ahh
[Outro]
Off with ya head
Dance 'til you're dead
Heads will roll-roll-roll
Heads will roll-ro-ro-ro
Heads will roll-roll on the floor-floor
Off with ya head
Dance 'til you're dead
Heads will roll
