[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER & Lil Darkie]
Should I come in right now, before the beat drops?
Nah, I think its lit
So when It drops?
Yeah
(Oh my god, they killed Kenny, you bastards!)

[Verse: CHRIST DILLINGER & Lil Darkie]
I walk in this bitch like Jacy King
Shoot up your home, I don't care 'bout no kids
Nut on her face, I ain't having no kids
I just came outta jail n***a, I did a bid
I just came outta jail, I been eating that spread
Shoot out your head until it turn red
I cannot be happy til' my ops are dead
You talk to the cops, I don't speak to no feds
I shoot at that n***a, I spin on his block
Dominican shorty, she suckin' my cock
N***a talkin' 'bout me then you know he got popped
Shoot a pussy ass n***a like I am a cop
I been whippin' that crack I been sellin' them rocks
I got 3 rocks in both of my socks
I will murder that n***a as soon as he talks
If his father is with him, I'll murder his pops
I hop in the coupe while you hop on thе bus
Got a Glock on my hip, know a bitch I can't trust
He was talkin' down on us, now he is dust
Brand new Yeezys on n***a you not onе of us
Brand new Yeezys on n***a that you cannot have
I been gettin' that shit that you make in a lab
N***as be rappin' like that shit a fad
Bitch n***a stop rappin', yo rappin' is bad
I just fucked on yo' bitch now I'm smokin' a fag
I'm a real ass n***a, I get in my bag
Louis V chancletas I hop in the Jag'
Got more money last year than that bitch n***a's dad
I just bought dinner for somebody's mom
Chinese n***a get hit with a Gong
All of your money is short but my money is long
In Louisiana, I'm eatin' some prawn
I'm smoking the blunt, I don't fuck with no bong
That bitch ass is so fat that I can't see the thong
That bitch ass is so fat that it really feels wrong
Me and Christ Dillinger makin' a song
I ride on yo' block with that silly ass beat
Got that rick on my balls, Double C on my feet
Yo' bitch on OF sellin' pictures of feet
N***a why are you lettin' her sell pictures of feet?
My money stacked tall, it stand like 10 feet
Just left Louis V, spent a check on my feet
N***a, why is yo' neck underneath my feet?
If you were my op you would meet with defeat
DMing me mad, I won't sell him a feat
I just fuck on yo' bitch and I nut on her feet
Oh you steppin' to us? That is a feat
Yeah that n***a is dancin' I shot at his feet
I might make six figures rappin' off beat
Pull up with a gun n***a I do not tweak
Oh you lookin for clout? I don't got a seat
I'm a Indian n***a but I'm not a Sikh
Got a Louis V rib on I look like a Sheik
Seen you out with yo' bitch n***a that bitch is weak
I've been smoking marijuana you know it reek
Yeah she suckin' my feet 'cause that bitch a freak
She better hit a lick if she wanna eat
These diamonds they dance on my neck and my teeth
In Maison Margiela I'm smokin' a leaf
She suckin' my dick through my Supreme briefs
I'm shooting that n***a his life is real brief
YouTube to mp3, I ain't pay for this beat
YouTube to mp3, I am a thief
YouTube to mp4, I am a criminal
Run up a check, I do it habitual
Rup up a check, you doin' it minimal
I get off a jet fuck yo bitch it's a ritual
You flying economy n***a that's pitiful
I'm flying first class n***a I got money
I look at yo' fit... bummy
Bitch I shoot at the ops while it is still sunny
Had to beat up the op 'cause he made my eggs runny