FISHEYE Video (MV)

I might get the 343 tatted on me, Hoe
What the f*ck you know about me?
Not shit
I might turn into a zombie
Die bitch
Why they think this fit Givenchy?
I'm not rich
When they bury me in Louis V
I die rich
Not shit
Die Bitch
Old bitch, titties sag a lot
Got a new bitch, let her tag along
When I'm feeling ruined like the Babylon
I'll take it home to the Avalon
When I rap a song, They gonna sing a long
Home town bitches take they panties off
They don't even like me when the camera's off
Just give me top and then I send em off
Like an easy message, you get the message?
Signed, sealed, delivered, let me f*ck the Reverend
Easy pass to heaven
Lemme run it back
Imma
Imma run it back
Got a
Got a
Got a
Got a
Got a
Got a bag back, thats a backpack on my bad back
Speak all facts, no ball cap, to a man that's all cap
Dream out the dome like a snapback
What's that? Love you
F*ck this, F*ck you
F*ck this, F*ck that
Need a contract or a court order
My ballsack like 2 boulders
On the road shoulder, made the car roll over
Mom on the line like come pay this
My bro did a line like ye save us
My fam at my hands like Darth Vader
This pick and choose pick at you
Picking through what it do
Kicking shoes, Kitchen dues
Game flu, True Blues
Bitches say that I'm rude
What the f*ck did I do?
I might get the 343 tatted on me, Hoe
What the f*ck you know about me?
Not shit
I might turn into a zombie
Die bitch
Why they think this fit Givenchy?
I'm not rich
When they bury me in Louis V
I die rich
Magneto with the mind tricks
I guess I'm a new villain
Like a c note on the right pitch
Learned a lot with more progressions
But I ain't C5
I'm C4
The new album caused detonations
Call me stupid
You a little goof muthaf*cka
Imma head back to the booth
Off the goop
Cockiness like Stone Cold
Hit the beat with a stunna
I ain't front
So step back
Get diced up
Mince meat looking f*cker
Pop the truck
It's in the front
The engine back
I said I'm moving silent
So no peep motherf*cker
I thought it's a lone game
Til I saw you,you,you
Now we all move together
Won't stop grinding til we up inside a stadium
Teeth still grinding can't stop rushing the mania
People keep on lying I'm going nuclear I'm popping like uranium
So when you keep on trying I'll paint the wall with my cranium
I might get the 343 tatted on me, Hoe
What the f*ck you know about me?
Not shit
I might turn into a zombie
Die bitch
Why they think this fit Givenchy?
I'm not rich
When they bury me in Louis V
I die rich
Not shit
Die Bitch