[Intro]
You're a goner

[Verse]
Yeah, ho don’t love me, she love pain
Yeah, that ho stripped my life away
Yeah, ho don't love me, she love pain
Ah, put a bullet in my brain
Got like so much racks I know I break the bank
I don't want death, contort my body into several shapes
Where my guns at? These hoes are gonna learn to fall in place
Where my love at? There’s no one around I can appreciate

[Chorus]
Hoes gonna switch up, her skulls gonna crack
I can't feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I'm chasin' the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasin' my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho, check out my numbers, ho, check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, we hid in the back
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black

[Post-Chorus]
If he turns the corner put the metal to his chin
And I promise you aren't hard we just took your ligaments
And this window matte black, you can't see behind my tint
And I'd probably pipe down, this gon’ hurt a little bit
[Bridge]
Break it off, (break it off) take it off (take it off)
Break it off, (break it off) take it off (take it off)
Break it off, (break it off) take it off (take it off)
Take it off— off, off, off, off, off
Off, off, off, off, off

[Chorus]
Hoes gonna switch up, her skulls gonna crack
I can’t feel a thing got a knife in my back
Got way too much money I'm chasin’ the sack
Ho all on my balls, she chasin' my sack
Like all of these hundreds my pockets get fat
Ho, check out my numbers, ho, check out my stats
That bomb gonna blow, we hid in the back
Look like Daffy Duck my fit is all black

[Verse 2]
No, I can't spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes (On my clothes)
No, I can’t spend another night alone
I got blood stains they won't leave, they stay on my clothes (On my clothes)
I don't need no stylist, (What?) blood all over my fit (Yuh, yuh)
Swerve and hit a cyclist, (What?) swerve and hit a cyclist (Yeah)
I don't need no stylist, need no stylist, need no stylist
Blood all over my fit, over my fit, over my fit
Swerve and hit a cyclist, ayy, ayy
[Outro]
Take it off— off, off, off, off, off
Off, off, off, off, off
Take it off— off, off, off, off, off (I don't need no stylist, need no stylist, need no stylist)
Off, off, off, off, off (Blood all over my fit, over my fit, over my fit, swerve and hit a cyclist, ayy, ayy)