作曲 : Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate/Garth Best/Clifford Myrtil
Ayy, huh, yeah, um
I ****ed that *****
I been [?] (And that's on God) (Two times)
For people who go to school to fight instead of learn
(And she gon' give me neck)
I'm- I'm too horn
Haha, yuh, yuh, yuh (I can't even [?] butthole)
Yuh, huh (On my mouth)
*****, hey, ayy, yeah (That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too ****in' much (Yeah, yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mhm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too ****in' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mhm)
What's the body count?
Put my ****, her forehead
Pretty *****, gimme neck
I'ma replace your face when I dump out this lead
Pour the blood out on your baby
What he say? I can't hear it (Stupid)
It's too loud, and it's late, so I don't mother****in' care
Gettin' stupid cash but please don't ask, I'm gettin' greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big clip in the bag, don't wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, and finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin', huh? (Okay, okay)
Put an L right in your **** like a Lexus'
Hop out, my guns straight from Texas like Alexis is
***** itching neck make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental *****, she don't get no text (Yeah)
Ice all on my wrist [?] on that (Yeah)
[?] piece on my head
Oh, you got money do you?
X-ray vision, see right through you, huh (Uh)
You should meet this ruler, it cut through you (Yuh), Freddy Krueger, uh (Ayy)
That *****, she Kryptonite (Yuh), she **** my ****, I'm feelin' super, huh (Yuh)
Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream (Hey), like Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too ****in' much (Yeah, yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mhm)
What's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too ****in' much (Yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (Mhm)
What's the body count? (Stupid)