Lyricist : Gabriel Rivera/Ethan Ross Yampolsky/Sirenev Leonid Alexandrovich/Suslov Nikita Vladimirovich
Composer : Gabriel Rivera/Ethan Ross Yampolsky/Sirenev Leonid Alexandrovich/Suslov Nikita Vladimirovich
I'ma do the devil dance
I'ma put you in a headlock while your pissing in your pants
I don't give a **** about you b***h you might as well be dead
Bitch I'm heading to the top no stops
Like b***h I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a mother****ing bat
Ima smoke you like a mother****ing pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
Shoot a mutha****a with a hundred ****ing mags
Ay, don't face me bitch, turn your back
I've been running band, stacking all these ****ing racks
Ey that's why all these bitches looking at me like that
Bitch I don't wanna ****
All these bitches ****ing suck
I've been working on myself cause these bitches can't love
I've been in my feelings every signal ****ing day
But I keep it to myself cause I'm tryna get paid
I whip it out and she about to guzzle a gallon
I see my bank account I'm going wild I doubled my balance
These mother****ers all wanna compare the hustle with talent
You wasn't about it and now I finna stunt in a palace
You mother****ing lil weaklings couldn't be kings
Got the sixth sense boy I being seeing things
Hit the corner store, iced tea and peach rings
Pulled her cus I'm a g, now I pull her g string
To the side, b***h we gon ride
Cannot compete cus they don't got no drive
Got no ambition it's not no surprise
Cone Gang b***h why the **** would try?
Heard they wanna take my soul
Ha ha ha mother****er I'm staying on go
Heard they stop me, woah
Y'all ****ed up, we be riding out
Like b***h I'm on go
My bad my bad I ain't even mean to flex like that
Bitch leave me lone
Hit you with a mother****ing bat
Ima smoke you like a mother****ing pack
Bitch I never keep it tote
Four deep y'all still get folded
Hold this dick, finna bust on yo wife she a hoe
My bad my bad, I ain't notice
Oh shit, step on 'em crushing they bones
