Lyricist : Jace Salter/Samir Mekhtsiyeu/Luke Walker/Siarhei Gerasimov
Took ten racks straight out the bank
I try to take the devil out of my brain, it's pain
Like all of y'all got my jake
How many boys I'ma take?
They gon' lay 'em on his face
They get the land I take
They put his dress on the floor for that pain
Bad AP keeps on my taste
Ten racks just go rap this race
Gettin' on me wanna come in my space
I drill, I ain't gonna ask my mama
They all gon slide my honor
I'm finna buy out Cujo
32 shots till I'm two on
I'm finna **** her I'm honest
Played the right cards like I still know
A lot of my pockets got sumo
Got my kills in this house
Don't get killed up in this house
Let's slide up then we out
Clap em death pound
Demoman down the pounds
B***h don't stay sound
But this case, I'm down
I got some real loud niggas with me
They finna drill at you lil nigga
If it never was a human I would just shoot em
Drill at that lil nigga
You know, I just talk to Cujo on the jail phone
I just talk to piss on the jail phone
I'm thinking like, when is it gon' end, you know?
It's still going on
Took ten racks straight out the bank
I try to take the devil out of my brain, it's pain
Like all of y'all got my jake
How many boys I'ma take?
They gon' lay 'em on his face
They get the land I take
They put his dress on the floor for that pain
Bad AP keeps on my taste
Ten racks just go rap this race
Gettin' on me wanna come in my space
I drill, I ain't gonna ask my mama
They all gon slide my honor
I'm finna buy out Cujo
