[Intro]
Takizava spin yo' block
Veno, спасибо, что вышел из могилы
You're a goner

[Chorus]
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinnin' in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

[Verse]
Yeah, leave his body by the bridge (Let the-)
Leave no evidence, his case run colder than a fridge
He be talkin' out his neck and now his throat is all in slits
And now my heart is turnin' black it's turnin' darker than eclipse (Than eclipse)
Yeah, raid his house, let me blitz (Let me blitz)
Yeah, circle back, no ellipse (No ellipse)
Yeah, hit his head make it split (Make it split)
Yeah, and none these bills counterfeit
If I'm up on stage then I'm rockin' some Ricks (Some Ricks)
I'm infected at the core now
Bodies hit the street, I ain't even up in Gore now
Think he safe right when he sleep, I be hidin' in the corner
All his homies underneath, we be steppin' on they corpse now
You only leavin' as a corpse (You only leavin' as a corpse)
You only leavin' as a corpse (You only leavin' as a corpse)
You only leavin' as a-
[Chorus]
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinnin' in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinnin' in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave
We subtract him, subtract him, subtract him, subtract him
Ain't nobody gonna leave

[Verse 2]
You gon' die inside this room and that's a fact
I'ma smile while you bleed, all my homies gonna laugh
I can't lie, I like lean, I'ma sip to relax
I'm so fly Truey jeans with a big bunny bag (Yeahh)
I can't leave the trap unless I got a blade (Yeah)
And we gon' double back, put hollows in his brain (Yeah)
Like I'ma runningback, I hit hoes every day (Yeah)
Like I'ma quarterback, I'm only making plays
Yeah, we put him under the earth
Yeah, I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse (Yeah)
Yeah, we put him under the earth
Yeah, I keep a stick, ho keep guns in her purse (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, hop up in the cut just like I bleed
My extended clip be longer than my homies limousine
I be sinnin' in these Christians, I got blood up on my sleeves
We subtract him, quick division, ain't nobody gonna leave

[Outro]
Veno, спасибо, что вышел из могилы