[Intro]
(83-83-83-83-83)
(Cresylic)

[Verse 1]
Dre think he shit the shit, I had my bitch tonight
'Bout to get to teaching the whole class, I'm the multiplier
You ain't gonna make it in this lane, you got no desire
You ain't even making you no bread, might as well retire
Percy in stomach, got my nose itching, and I'm tired
Starting to move smarter, I heard bro snitch, but he a liar
Only fuck with fans, the rest can blow me, want a damn empire
Posted up with Darkie, I'm with them fucking spiders
Shout out to my boy Christ Dillinger, he a fuckin' fighter
Might of popped it, can't remember her, don't get me excited
Don't get me indicted (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
I hope that you remember
Really like to slice up all these bodies, call me Jack the Ripper
And I'm six-figures richer now, since like last December
Got my shorty trippin' up the shits, I put some pack up in her
Bend it how I want, yeah, I'm a breadwinner
You can not get past her DMs, I'm 'bout to go and get her
I'm Vlad The Impaler, yeah my dick about to fuckin' split her
Cannot fuck with rats, king of snitchin' like he Master Splinter
See that I'm a rapper, now they got me at the bar spittin'
See his taco backwards, it's because I got ARs hittin'
You don't wanna go into that room, that's where the bodies in
You don't wanna step foot in my house, that's where your shawties hidden
Come into the crib and then you leavin' with yo body drippin'
Fiending just to shoot, I'm feelin' like I'm fucking Scottie Pippen
When I walk into the fucking mall, I got yo shawty drippin'
Every day I'm off a different drug, these are new prescriptions
I might have to kill another plug if this dude keep slippin'
Hit me from your bitches phone, must think that I'm new to this shit
Just because you killin' in them games don't mean you talk savage
'Cause now we got 'em thinking it's okay to just start false flagging
Knock his ass down from far away, this a long ratchet
I've been goin' at it all day, bitch I been spazzin'
I'ma blow 'em all away, Bin Laden
Talkin' 'bout that pussy, you a virgin, you don't get action
Every shot I shoot is wet, I really get my wrist crackin'
And I cannot move without this TEC or else I'm big lackin'
[Verse 3]
I don't care what you think about me, I'm magnificent
Send my plug across the fucking border, go and get the shit
I'm a motherfucking shawty hoarder, I'm collecting bitches
He don't wanna pay me what he owe me, I'll collect my riches
I'm burning bodies under all these bridges
I-I-I-If talking shit up on my name, then his door off the hinges
I-I take all the druggies, everybody out here cuts the riches
I won't stop until he fucking dead, I must complete the mission
Why won't they fucking listen?
All these rappers talking on the net, really just be children
Think that I've lived long enough to see myself turn to the villain
Bouncin' up and down up on this dick, she gonna hit the ceiling
Pull your pussy out and let me lick it, I find that appealing
Swiping all this shit up on the net, bitch I'm data stealing
This bitch out here talkin' like a fruit like we can't get to peelin'
Shorty hit my phone like, "What's the move?", you suck it while I'm steerin'