[Intro]
H-H-H.U.R.T GANG shit

[Verse 1: wavehi]
Send her the addy she ready to slide
Pull up beep-beep, yeah waiting outside
Said that she read to die
Murder the coupe
And the whip suicide
Send her the addy she ready to slide
Pull up beep-beep, yeah waiting outside
Said that she read to die
Murder the coupe
And the whip suicide
Look at my eyes like I'd die for you kid
That's a ride or die that gon' slide in the whip
In a blacked out whip
With a racked out bitch
She stay by my side cause she ready to hit
Pissed
Speak on my girl get ready for clips
We making movie you only make skits
Cover my credit like lunar eclipse
You broke like a puppy you broke like a bitch
Broke like a bitch
I don't give a fuck about a hoe no more
Gon' slide to the crib and I pop .44
And if life is a bitch then I want me a hoe
I want some money then I want some more
Come hop in the Audi and close out the door
Sliding in a whip bitch sliding in a foreign
Boy talking shit then I'm just going ignore him
Can't hear nothing
My flow too disgusting
I end the discussion
I'm flowing harder than a faucet escutcheon
Look so normal that in hitting it in public
Going blow up like unlimited eruption
I told the girl turn into an eruption
Price going up like a semiconductor
I run the train on the beat like conductor
I do not love her
[Verse 2: Xelishurt]
J-jump up on the track I beat this shit like I abuse it, yuh
Dublin run my streams up I need bags like Apple Music, yuh
Hitting that bitch and I think she get mad at me
Shoot like the clips that I put in the magazine
Take off the pants and she show me anatomy
All of the shit that you say couldn't fathom me
Fuckin' that bitch and I could never date her
Hit it one time and I pass to the cranker
We drop the merch and then they buy it
The lines at stores they cause a riot
Up, down, left, right, X, Y, B
My Glock is a dick and it's up in her spleen
S-stuff him in storage like he on the lay away
Jump like I'm Kobe I hit with the fade away
Jump in the pussy like huh wait
She blow me like shotty a pump fake
Get out my way
I might run your fade
I might swing this blade
It's okay
Take his life away
I might end his day
I'm the range with that triple take
This shit is not a game, urgh
[Verse 3: Promtpo]
Fuck it I'ma blast 'em
Fuckin' with the task force
I really am a natural
I blow 'em up collateral
I fold 'em up collapsible
I run it up, I'm admiral
Your statement unretractable
Like, oh no you a bozo
Get your own goals
You see me wanna be me
I'm impassable
Quiet now
I'm in charge and I need you to pipe it down
Funny how I succeed and now you want a new style
Rockstar on my body
My bitch sippin' saki
Valentino Liberace
C note shop Armani
King of the hill like my name's Bobby
Boujee the bitches in the lobby
Rap ain't a game, this ain't no hobby
Worked for my name, don't act so cocky