[ Featuring kidRacso ]
Uh, uh, uh-huh, ayy, bitch, uh-huh, ayy, bitch, ayy, yo, ayy, ayy
Look, chop his body up and throw his ass inside the slicer
Been givin' out quarters to all my first-time buyers
Let it rip, I grab that chainsaw like Michael Myers
Was cumbia dancin' with the devil, standin' in a cypher
You hang around with clowns you can't expect to get respect
I'm in the club spillin' Henny, givin' shoulder checks
My credit's still a mess, I couldn't buy no L.S
But I got me 50 large, I'm a cop the T-Rex
Ayy, end of the rainbow is nothin' but dirty secrets
Dirty pistols with extendos and lasers for all my heathens
Made in hell like mao zadong, makin' records and gettin' even
No sympathy for the weakling, he leakin' through the sole of his sneakers
So careful with where you're steppin' and step inside the deep end
Been shattered for several reasons, my body got seven lesions
My lessons learned in religion, my face familiar in regions
My bentley the color Reese's, ayy
Was fighting during recess, the case that I'm fightin' recent
We workin' to get it reset, my lawyer sat next to Jesus
D.A. sat was next to Judas, been at it before computers
Computin' misinformation, misleading losers
I lost myself to the power found myself staying neutral
I woke up out of my slumber with hunger, I wasn't used to
I heard your new records and they all doodoo, yea they doodoo
Ayy, Basura, Go. Look
All that cappin' and yappin', your raps ain't good enough
Wearin' every flag on your neck, don't know what hood from
Keep a strap inside of my jacket, call it my hoodie gun
Told my shorty I ain't no rapper, I'm just good with guns
Homie told me break him off, told him it's a private plan
Outside holdin' iron like a nonstick frying pan
Keepin' all my money, I can't give it to no Uncle Sam
IRS gon' set me up, so f*ck it, we got other plans
I'm in Italy, why you been talkin' bout another man
Keep it at a hundred, you can't keep it G, so f*ck your hand
Man, what the f*ck is up? Why you tryna buck
Always cryin' and then whinin', you need to shut the f*ck
Rosie told me send the bread, told her that it wouldn't send
Cashapp acting up, plus I ain't sendin' you no f*ckin' band
Sour Skittle, Jolly Ranchers, smokin' on some different plans
Made a bakers dozen, now they callin' me the muffin man
Glass bottle, Benjamin ain't sippin', out no f*ckin' can
Hunnid K's, spent on nothin' all because I f*ckin' can
Yeah, we here, we live
Could you survive
