[Verse]
Pull up the tool and I'll unscrew you
And I'll put you in the muthafuckin' dirt bitch
I do not belong on this earth
And since my birth I've been very alert
Some mothafuckas wanna test my hurt
But you better run off 'fore I put you on a shirt
What I've learned in the past few days is
Get my bread and know my worth
When the shots go spread and your homie dead
You remember when that fucka said
He gon' "sell dope and stack his bread"
Now each of you fuckas got holes in ya head
Now I got bitches, scratch names off my hitlist
Testicle got his percentage
Doin' donut in yo grannies whip
Like Peter Piper, you easy pickins
Aye, pull the grenade, ricochet off yo fuckin' brain
You won't feel the pain, I might go insane
I might go to my grave and fuckin' decay
I'm the young suicidal ape
Out the jungle, facing eighths
My shit just don't hit the same, aye

[Outro]
The song is basically over now bruh
I mean, I'm just gonna let the beat drag out if I'm being honest
Is that cool with y'all? Ight bet