[Intro]
On God
Varg2 Trademark

[Verse]
Ay, who the fuck in the house?
[?], still got my Glock in my hand
I'm hearin' shit and I'm seein' shit
Ain't say his name, one more shout and I'm in
They like "Pap get out that house."
I done grew accustomed to this house
Junkies run in and run out
Or keep comin' in when I run out
N***a run it, he won't make it out
I got evil thoughts in my head
I wanna kidnap one of my opps
Tie him up in the abandoned basement
Grab a crowbar and beat his face in
Take pliers and break every finger
Knock his teeth out with a sledgehammer
Cut his feet off with a chainsaw
Then drop him back off to his mama
Gang won't let me do it, they think I'm wildin'
I got high watchin' Hannibal Lecter
I do my opps like Hannibal Lecter
My bitch said she scared of Hannibal Lecter
Long live Hannibal Lecter
I got more money than Victor Victor
Give up your shit, bitch, it's a stick up
Shot two n***as with this gun, it's over
I move like [Marlowe?], they move like [?]
[?] caught a body over petty money
I'm from the Lower East, I'm really touchin' money
Snatch your chain, we ain't even touch ya money
Pistol whip your face like "What the fuck is funny?"
I can't wait till I get done with this shit
Laid out with my ex, now I won't fuck my bitch
She got a fake side n***a, she tryna keep it a secret
She came to me, After he bought her Victoria Secret
She ain't lick that n***a for the whole weekend
He gon' be like, "Damn, this n***a came back and got his bitch."
In his room heartbroken, crying like, "Ain't that 'bout a bitch?"
Bitch never wanted you, bruh, she was just hurt 'bout Pap
Even when she was with you she was hopin' I'd come back
I did, I got her, now, n***a, that's that
[Outro]
Varg2 Trademark
On God