[Intro: zatru]
Yeah, me and slitted higher than she sky
That is not your bitch, should've knew that she was for the guys
Bitch heart broken, cut her off, like a piece of pie
Talkin' down on [?] put that beam right up into your eye
(Jewels)

[Verse: zatru]
I could never fall for a motherfuckin' groupie, bitch
Got the Glock with the drum, and it look like boobies, bitch
We cuttin' yo life short, this a skit, not a movie bitch
We know you ain't on that
Why the fuck you actin' spooky, bitch?
Say you got a mac 10?
Well I got a uzi, bitch
Chillin' with a goth girl, we in a jacuzzi, bitch
I wanna kill somebody
'Cause I'm feelin' really gloomy, bitch
Say yo pistol packin', but I bet that you won't shoot me, bitch

(T-thc)
(T-t-t-th-)
(I'm sorry)
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[Verse: *67]
N***as hella cheesy, bullеts turn you into swiss
I just fucked your bitch, she was riding like a ripstick
Makе his body hit flips, like he doin' skate tricks
Pistol, and an all black fit, like The Matrix
And I'm higher than a Tesla
All my ex-bitches mad, 'cause they know I'm next up
Shawty started tweakin' in my dms, shut the fuck-uck-
Gucci purse full of diamonds, bitch I feel like Yung Bruh
And my bitch bad, like she Kylie fuckin' Jenner
Me and toattin shootin' shit, we is sum fuckin' sinners
Got the mac 11, I'ma aim it at your face
If you runnin' up, on my mama, I'ma spray