Pussy try to talk, got the automatic glock
Bullets on my hip, call a noose up in a knot
Put a hole up in his chest, leave his body there to rot
Said don't need a grave, burn the body on the spot
I got metal for his top, Jack Daniels go on reminisce
That p***y owed me money, so we left him with a pot to piss in
Hashtags on a shirt, they tryna find who calling this
I'm mixing in some fenny with his shot, feel his body seize
I'm counting all these digits
Cop a new car, foreign, windows tinted
All these shots out of the clip, they be hitting
Blood stained shirt all this money I be getting
I'll put a bullet in his throat, I ain't finished
What- what the fuck?
Damn bruh hold on hold on
I think- I think I feel something bruh
I couldn't give a f*ck about no f*cking hoe
I made the money disappear and reappear like magic show
Put the cash in the bag, b***h I'm counting all the dough
Get the strap, made the bread, count some money, make some more ayy
I roll up all the windows in the whip
I'm smoking gas I'm high as f*ck b***h I need to get a grip
Yo girl gon hit me up when she find out I'm a d**k
Had her walking like a crab while she only took the tip
I got switches on me, getting a tag yo toe
I pop a molly inside my lean, we sipping wocky on the go
These pockets heavy too many bands, I left from JFK no joke
NY these times, I strapped the grip and the laser give it a second toke
This ain't no hoax
I ain't be walking down the street his body I see collecting rocks
This toolie automatic, ain't no paddock what you heard cuz we can't stop
My finger be glued I'm dropping bodies like snowflakes ay we on lock
And I be aiming at this p***y cuz this p***y yeah this
Pussy try to talk, got the automatic glock
Bullets on my hip, call a noose up in a knot
Put a hole up in his chest, leave his body there to rot
Said don't need a grave, burn the body on the spot
I got metal for his top, Jack Daniels go on reminisce
That p***y owed me money, so we left him with a pot to piss in
Hashtags on a shirt, they tryna find who calling this
I'm mixing in some fenny with his shot, feel his body seize
I'm counting all these digits
Cop a new car, foreign, windows tinted
All these shots out of the clip, they be hitting
Blood stained shirt all this money I be getting
I'll put a bullet in his throat, I ain't finished
