[Verse]
Smokin' blueberry, these weapons are scary
Bitch, got a shovel, I'm ready to bury
Your body gon' end up in a cemetery
Movin' the weight, bitch I'm movin', it's heavy
Pay for a verse and I'm ready to carry
Your music is garbage and unnecessary
You talkin' too much bruh, like a commentary
I'm gone as fuck bitch, and now pour up the Henny
Ridin' round in the motherfuckin' night
Poppin' all these pills, yeah I might
Double fuckin' cup and a sprite
Bitch I got some blow sniffin' white
Shawty fuckin' callin' me pull up in a coupe
Ye, she know I'm rappin' got my tracks on the loop
I don't really fuckin' care bout ur fuckin' crew
Your music fuckin' sucks, ye, I need to fuckin' puke

I don't really trust nobody
Bitch I'm not like everybody
Dump another fuckin' body
Totin up my fuckin' shotty
Ridin around the block in a fuckin' Maserati
Shawty by my side, later she gets fuckin' naughty
Pop another pilly in the motherfuckin' lobby
Music is my job, not a motherfuckin' hobby
I don't really know what the fuck to do
All I want in life is fuckin' you
I don't know why you go now
I don't know why you go now
All these thoughts fuckin' pursue me
I know that you're not a groupie
Know I wouldn't lie, you know me
Voices in my head please shoot me