[Intro]
[?], bitch I'm so infernal
I got his bitch turned on, bitch I'm so infernal (Shall we dance?)
I got his bitch turned on, bitch I'm so infernal
I got his bitch turned on, bitch I'm so infernal
[?] bank accounts
[?] bank account
[?] bank accounts
[?] bank accounts

(Showdown!)

[Verse 1]
I don't throw pitchforks, bitch I throw tridents
[?] occult shit, n***a you should try it
Bitch love Lucy Myers, set it in the fire
N***as talking bout rain, they some fucking liars
N***as on my cock, suck a n***a like why?
N***a bought some [?] pulled up with the fire
Telling you a blood, n***a I bet you're [?]
Running from my whip, put you underneath the-

[Verse 2/Chrous]
Pour it up vampire, higher than the [?]
[?] bitch I'm so infernal
I got his bitch turned on, he looking like "Oh no"
They talk shit and run way, fuck you n***as run for
[?] you done for, you're a fucking bum bro
[?] you's a cutthroat, [?] catch you [?]
I don't go no love hoe, but I got this gun though
And I got these funds, that shit coming in likе bundles
N***as need they own shit, choppa you get humblеd
Riding in that bumble, [?]
Check my bank accounts
Check my bank accounts bruh
Check my bank accounts bruh
Check bank accounts bruh
Check my bank accounts damn, bitch I'm getting bucks now
[?] y'all n***as is rough, wow
Your team looking homeless, hopping casting couch
N***a steady run your mouth like you know what I'm about
N***a I swear if you touch me Ima leave you domeless
Bitches in my DM, they like "Axx I love you"
I turn to myself, cause that who I trust
He like "Keep doing your thing, they gon act like they above you
They gon [?], so don't let em [?] "
We go on that ride-round, stick my pistol at you
I don't need a gun no, n***a I will rush you
Stomp a-Stomp a n***a out cause he thought I couldn't fight, ha
Bitches lose they minds when I get up on the mic, yeah
Most these n***as old, pussy n***a I don't like ya'
I could do this all day, n***a this shit light yea