(suck my dick and die)
(CRMSYN producer tag)
(Stvnk producer tag)
(Eightythree)

I'm scorin’ in Brooklyn like Kevin Durant
I'm with your bitch off the alprazolam
I got a 40 in my waistband
I got your life sittin' right in my hands
Brodie gon’ run up and die for a band

I'm on the block bitch you know where I stand
She tryna take pics I think she a fan
She flashin her pussy right up on the cam
All black on my hoodie what you see when I blam
Shoot with suppressors, can you even hear it?
Made friends with my demons, I'm talkin to spirits
They said they don't know me but copy my lyrics
I saw them at Ross they were shopping at Clearance
I get to the money with no interferencе
I'm not here cause I likе you, i just like your appearance
When I'm off of a 30, I'm gettin' incoherent
I pulled up in a cab she suck me while I’m steering

I ain’t scared of no bullet, no death, I don't fear it
I ain’t scared of no bitch, I'ma pull up and sear it
All these copycats they just keep on appearin'
She gettin' sad cuz I switch now she tearin’
I'm grabbin' the choppa yeah I like to spray it
I'm grabbin' your bitch by the neck while she taking
And I'm a real thug all these rappers is faking
When I catch me a pig Ima turn 'em to bacon
I took too many percs now my body is aching
I'm deep in the pussy she like how I slay it
Pull out my hand already know Ima bang it
Make a fuckboy suicide now he hangin
(BEAT SWITCH)

1 night, 2 straps
Yeah I took his chain and he can't get it back
Yeah I took his bitch, I be hittin' that
Ain't no mac n' cheese, we be spittin' MACs
Stab me in back, saw his head, then I pushed it back
Said he need some crack, get my (?) and keep on coming back
Yeah I got the ball but little bitch I ain't no runner back
If you need a bar, hit up Dee, he ain't gon' cut it back

And they had to take me off the streets because I like to stab
How do I be fucking bitches raw, but I ain't no dad
Why the fuck you even got a chop if you don't fill the mag
Blue tips on my bullets little bitch we totin' different straps
Told her give me head, no little bitch don't give me tit for tat
Filled it up with ice and sold it to him, we make different bags
Cut his body up and throw 'em out and now he in the trash
Wanna pull her tracks but she just said she ain't into that
Reachin' for your gun, we gon' shoot shit first
Now he actin like he really with it, put 'em in a hearse
I be fucking with these gothic bitches you might catch a curse
If you talking shit then you can die over a few words

This no sesame but yes I do be movin' big ol' birds
Ever since you said my fucking name, yeah I wish the worst
Might aswell just kill yourself right now because It's getting worse
Walking to the trap I take his money then he kicked the curb
I'm a grizzly bear I'm really thuggin' you a little worm
I be sellin' ciggies 5 a pop and yes they dipped in sherm
Come in to my fucking block and see if you can spin and learn
Pole up in my hand, little bitch you know I grip it first
H-H-Hit 'em in the head I light 'em up and watch his body burn
You been sucking way too much dick now It's your shawty's turn
I'ma knock the life right out his body so it can't return
They gon' try and copy but I did it first