[Intro: yayu]
\nSlick, slick, slick I don't talk to you cousin
\nI call up my caddie and I get to clubbin'
\nI pull from the country and I get to clubbin'
\nI call up my daddy he'll see you to nothing
\nMy uncle a lawyer I know when you bluffin'
\nWe finna hollows get carved like a pumpkin
\nThat blood get to spillin', You won't see what happened
\nI get to that chopper like Arnold. quit yapping like
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\n[Verse 1 : Camogod]
\nPull up, I'm fuckin' her back up
\nShe callin' her bestie, I'm fuckin' her back up
\nMoney got titties, I'm gettin' my racks up
\nFeel like a fat ass, I'm raisin' my mac up
\nCall me ??? the Jewish, got a big nose Glock now
\nGiving you a ride, call a Uber bitch, hop out
\nI ain't fucking with these niggas on ??? with the clock out
\nShoot him at the club, turn a nigga into Pac now
\nRebound my hip, how I carry the metal
\nI bеnd her over, she wеarin' stilettos
\nYou callin' the pot black, bitch you a kettle
\nShe ain't get the man that she wants, so she settle
\nI got the chop, turn a nigga retarded
\nThis nigga ???, all his soldiers departed
\nI'm on a roll bitch, don't get me started
\nI fuck her, I'm done then she getting discarded
\nYeah, I'm getting the shot, I'm letting it pop
\nShe jerking me off, now she's sucking my cock
\nI'm gonna kill him like he was ???
\nIf you got the smoke bitch, I got the smoke too
\nAir on my Glock out, it got the O2
\nI need an origami, I'm finna fold you
\nNot gonna hold you, I already told you
\nThis bitch is a drunk off one set of Soju
\nCarry that death beam, bitch I'm not Goku
\nLead on my chop and this bitch finna poke you
\nYou niggas zaza, I'm finna smoke you
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\n[Verse 2 : Camogod]
\nI be in it like a bitch
\nI be acting like I don't know nothing, roll up
\nShy make him ???, so I be ghost hunting
\nPale white bitch hop in my wraith, I be ghost busting
\nHope nothing wrong with this bitch, oh wait she won't suck it
\nPoppin' school bus with shawty, call her Miss Frizzy
\nI be smoking exotic zaza, ain't waxed, you smoking stizzy
\nAnd the chopper wheel of fortune, you lucky it leave you dizzy
\nI'm a demon, I be dodging these bitches who make it easy
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\n[Verse 3 : yayu]
\nThink you scraping at my level? You can't even see my footprints
\nMy wolfs pull up, thug it out in red, get you hoodwink
\nNo cross dressing, my dawg stepping
\nWe live metal, the mob stretching
\nDead cause messy, we drop seconds, the boss wrecking
\nHealth bar extended my tech talk like AI
\nWe clever bout reception, you receive a digit
\nYeah, we playing off that message
\nWhole squad talking heavy, firefighters, we catch bodies
\nI don't want your with your thotty but I promise you keep talking shit, I'll dick her down and face fuck the dude she cheating on you with
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\n[Verse 4 : Camogod]
\nBullet in his head like it's gnarly thoughts about suicide
\nMake sure he ain't breathing, insurance when I put two inside
\nMake his widow pregnant, she moaned when I put cream inside And give her hand abortions and repeat the process every night
\nRunning through my thoughts is like a fever dream or hellscape
\nHonestly you're birth and your parents is what an L makes
\nChange your tombstone and epitaph to wear an L lace
\nAnd I'mma meet you in a minute , I'm posted in front of hell's gates
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\n[Verse 5 : yayu]
\nDead wave, we don't prop 'em up boy, this ain't Bernie's
\nTurn your chick into a body
\nShe gets stretched out on a gurney, do it dirty
\nChopping 'em like guillotines, you're worthy put in worth it
\nThink it's murder when it's wordy, nah
\nBoy you basic, you ain't catching bars, you catch something different
\nHomies dropping lights out the dark, getting stormy with it
\nMidlife crisis, how hard these 40s hit him
\nYoung insomniac, been making poor decisions\n\n
