Drop the Xan's in a cup and rip his guts right open if pussy boy wanna talk clown
Barrel down esophagus two times cause it's double
I pop the shell
Body gone from the waist down
I rearrange up his lady up in his range rover
Shell crack no suppressor I make her hush down
I'm a psycho motherf*cker if feeling mighty
My foot would f*cking break all your teeth when it f*cking reach ground
I ain't mess with running
Only messing the gunning
If you f*cking finna shoot better know they be coming
You better fluff up your pillows, you better book
My semi, auto and the trigger the throttle
You finna sleep tight
Blood stains on Egyptian cotton
Thousand threads and empty pockets
Fine bitch, twist it bop it
Fine bitch, sloppy toppy
Spineless, serpent partners
I insist his top I drop it!
I ain't the one who available
I ain't know who they be talking to
I ain't the no one they say I am
This is the album the hopping to
I ain't the one who available
I ain't know who they be talking to
I ain't the no one they say I am
This is the album the hopping to hopping to woo!