Put him in a coffin
He rotten
I'll start it
I ain't stopping
I'm aiming at his noggin
That pussy ain't got no chance
Run up and he die today
Pussy boy a loser he don't really stress me
Hangin with yo bitch she caress me
Undress me
I do my best to express me
Please don't test me
I'm feelin crossed up
Bless me
Please just refresh me
From the club!
What club?
Gun Club talkin'
You won't catch me milly rockin'
Take a band out of my pockets, make it burn
Like a turd in a bag
Your life is sad as f*ck, boy!
I don't really give a f*ck about your friends
You can hop off of my dick, you can hop off of these trends
All these pussies talkin' shit, and I know it never ends
Like damn, how you talking shit but you got no fans?
Yeah, I'm feeling toxic
I'm feeling Naceuos
I'm feeling Naceuos (Where's my motherf*cking blunt, I need to smoke it)
Where my mother f*cking blunt
I need-a smoke it
Where that mother f*cking bitch
I need-a f*ck
Where's my mother f*cking knife
I need-a poke
Where's that niggas little bitch
I need-a slut
Bitch I'll f*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up