Damn, what the fuck these niggas smiling 'bout
Bitches smell that money, they run to you till you're down and out
Suicidal thoughts, please God don't let me drown in doubt
Bitch go through the math and you realize that you can't count him out
Yeah
They want you die
So they cannot box with God's apostle
Bullets they bite like Nosferatu
Shit'll get hostile, gruesome, awful
Pay with your life
Bitch it's gonna cost you
Fuck all of the internet beef
I don't argue
Niggas'll fall through
Pull up and off you
Brrrttttt ahhhhhh
Show me love in it B
Jumping out the grit, brush the mud off my fit
Wiping off the prints 'cuz the glove did not fit
They gon' march the diss and draw blood in the pit
Yeah
What the fuck these niggas smiling 'bout
Bitches smell that money, they run to you till you're down and out
Suicidal thoughts, please God don't let me drown in doubt
Bitch go through the math and you realize that you can't count him out
Yeah
Show me love in it B
Jumping out the grit, brush the mud off my fit
Wiping off the prints 'cuz the glove did not fit
They gon' march the diss and draw blood in the pit
Like a flowbotomist hopped in the marsh it gets obvious (doesn't it bitch)
OJ and Vodka mix while I stay whippin' a bronco and (fuckin' this bitch)
They gon' be begging for mercy like Yayo and Banks and they [?]
Blood I get hands on, fuck a tampon it'll go (up in this bitch)
Whoa there's blood in the pit
Now I run like I grew up with dozens of pitts
I'm a dog I don't muzzle the blick
And deodorant wasn't the stick I tucked up under my pits
What I want [?] with a ten degree up in this bitch
Ain't no secret I keep it, you don't gotta ask me
I'll keep it a buck with you, they gonna be leaving dubs under your pics
Whoa, poppin' out with this cannon at my baby mamma house as I been wiling out
Crew stepping with the devil Imma let the hammer dance like slaughterhouse
Ay homie don't sneak diss, be a man tell me who you talking bout
Slide through to your next show with this drake like I'm smiley mouth
Like brrrrrttttttt
Yeah
What the fuck you niggas smiling 'bout
Bitches smell that money, they run to you till you're down and out
Suicidal thoughts, please God don't let me drown in doubt
Bitch go through the math and you realize that you can't count him out
Yeah
Show me love in it B
Jumping out the grit, brush the mud off my fit
Wiping off the prints 'cuz the glove did not fit
They gon' march the diss and draw blood in the pit
