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I just kill the beat
And then I move on to the next
Got your bitch all in my DM
Saying all she want is sex
Yeah, it's f*ck you to the police
I got nothing to confess
I burn so much f*cking weed
Yeah, life a bitch she make me stress

These haters obsessing over me
I'm like a blessing on these beats
Keep on talking shit
You gone learn your lesson in the street
I'm dripping lean on top the blunt
Like salad dressing on some leaves
I Make her cum then leave some
Money on her dresser when I leave

Kill the pussy leave her leaking
Money talks yea we been speaking
Killers where you live
Why I could kill you while you sleeping
They say I lost my mind
It's like I'm somewhere off the deep end
F*ck the world we had a baby
Only see it on the weekends

Deacon in the church
I'ma leave em in the dirt
I got tats all on my body
I don't even need a shirt
You know I might just steal your girl
That's If I feel the need to flirt
Yeah, they say victory is sweet
So I wont even need dessert

RIP Kurt shirt say Nirvana
Mix the molly with Madonna
Lyrics hotter that a sauna
Kill a track in any genre
F*ck your bitch and kill your momma
I'm addicted to the commas
Couple sticks like Benihana's
You don't really want this drama

Like Osama with the K
Turn your bitch into my bae
Burning blunts, yeah, f*ck a jay
My cash is straight, you rappers gay

Sad to say, yeah, truth can hurt
Like switching jobs, I move the work
Yeah, I just let my Uzi squirt
Yeah, I'm best friends with Lucifer

Yeah, my demons do the dirt
I just leave em sleep in a shallow grave
Yeah, I be balling, no need to shave
Bitch I go hard, flow harder than a cave
Rep the A like the Falcons, the Hawks and the Braves
Get shot in the back while you walking away
Your bitch want the D, yeah, she wanna be my slave
Pop bottles in the club, pop molly at a rave

I ain't riding no wave
But she bounce on my dick
Burning on wax I don't even need a wick
Yeah, I keep that flame, I don't even need a BIC
Yeah, the music like a plague, yeah, lyrics so sick

This bitch so thick
Yeah, blunt so fat
I don't f*ck with no rodents
I don't f*ck with no rats
Money over bitches
That's the motto know that
Yeah, I sold my soul
So I can't go back

Yeah, I just speak facts
Yeah, it's all true
All about the cash
They call me a Jew
Smoking on green
While I'm stacking up blues
Whatever it takes
I got nothing to lose

I'm a god like Zeus
You're a bitch like Athena
Yeah, I'ma kill a witness
So it's f*ck a subpoena
Dancing with devil
I ain't talking ballerinas
I sold my soul
Just to sell out these arenas for real