[Intro]
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[Hook: Danni Perco]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
All they faces fucked up cuz my red Bugatti
These n***as hungry for my fade, but I ain’t fed nobody
I'm an S-tier shooter, bitch I'm shredding lobbies
I’m tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
I end fake n***as, always tryna fled with copies
I get bad bitches, ain't nobody else can cop these
Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies

[Verse 1: Danni Perco]
Welcome to the afterlife, say what's up to hades
You learn to be a pussy n***a if you tryna learn to hate me
Cut you with a butter knife, torture til' you crazy
If you want me more the four days a week, then you gotta pay me
I'm not your therapist, I'm here to make you pissed
And that's exactly why I'm never gon’ be delicate
You say I’m arrogant when I'm just elegant
I can’t be blamed when your hate makes me intelligent

[Hook: Danni Perco]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
All they faces fucked up cuz my red Bugatti
These n***as hungry for my fade, but I ain't fed nobody
I'm an S-tier shooter, bitch I’m shredding lobbies
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
I end fake n***as, always tryna fled with copies
I get bad bitches, ain't nobody else can cop these
Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies
[Verse 2: Nikkateen]
I been droppin' bodies almost every single day
I mow down any n***a without a doubt, ain't no delay
You ain't no competition for me, I ain't got much to say
How the fuck you hate me then stay chillin' wit' copy 'n pastes, uh
Fuck all you clowns, uh
You n***as copying sounds, uh
Can't even stand your own ground, uh
So get the fuck off my dick
You motherfuckin' bitch
I stand all above you n***as, ain't no fuckin' question
I won't ever lose no sleep over you fuckin' peasants
I empty the clip
Yo crew fuckin dip
You pussy as shit
You quake at my presence, uh

[Hook: Danni Perco & Nikkateen]
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(All they faces fucked up cuz my red Bugatti)
These n***as hungry for my fade, but I ain't fed nobody
(I'm an S-tier shooter, bitch I'm shredding lobbies)
I'm tip-toeing through the garden of these dead bodies
(I end fake n***as, always tryna fled with copies)
I get bad bitches, ain't nobody else can cop these
(Sex, money, drugs, and murder are my favorite hobbies)