Ain't no Margiela on my shoe
But bitch I run 'em through
I'm runnin' through these checks
Ain't got no self respect
I got this 9 I self protect
C6ld X, Bosse we up next
Middle finger to the rest
I'll put a blade right in your chest
Screaming southwest and throwin up a 3
Cause it's SW6 till the motherf*ckin' death
Throw your set
Throw your set
Throw your set
Throw it up
'Cause if you don't give a damn you know we don't give a f*ck
Kill 'em all
Throw dead bodies on the floor
Had your bitch down on her knees crying real tears begging for more
I got your mama in my sauna sweating balls and sucking dick
I'm a sad boy, bitch
But I'm ridin' with a f*ckin' stick
And I got that red dot with it
F*ckboi have yourself a sit
Got that double cup fizzin'
Finna have myself a sip
Talking shit all on my Twitter but in real life you a bitch
Typing shit all on them keys
I'll let the llama f*ckin' spit
666 shit
F*ckin' hell yeah
Pull my glock out, aim at you
Now your face is turning blue
I watch you trip on your own shoes
I'll pull the blade right through you foo'
Your death is certain, bye to you
I let it go and badda-boom
I set a fire to you all
Now I got what all she want
Catch me smokin' on a blunt
You, I already forgot
Now she suckin' on my (huh)
That's my glock
That's what she love
But I do not give a f*ck