Yuh, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm off the acid, oh no
Cris Dinero on the track
Haha, haha, haha, ooh, ooh
Bitch, I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama
That b***h don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby drama, mama
I don't wanna talk about it
Bitch I came to kill, on my momma
Pussy boy talk 'til I hit him with a lama
That b***h don't understand
When she just don't want no drama
That baby drama, mama
I don't wanna talk about it
Well hello there
Ayy, crack on me, crack on, crack on me like Lamar Odom
Head bust, f*****g head bust your head open
She gon' bust her legs wide open, p***y broken, uh
On yo' block, all up on yo' block, all I see is smokin', ayy uh
Wait, uh, huh, ayy, my d**k in my glock, ayy
My blade dark like cops, ayy
What's that? What's that? Red dot (bop, bop, bop, BOP!)
Grrra! Gratata, ayy
Shoot at p***y boys
Can't f*ck with p***y boys
Put a pistol on p***y boys
In Jesus' name—
Bitch, I came to kill
You and yo' momma
Boo-boo-boo-boo
Yo' medulla oblongata
Blood drippin', it spill
Look like salsa
Cock back it up, yeah
That back probably be auto
Really?
