Lyrics
B***h, I got a blicky in my Letterman, I pop 'em like a peppermint
They never win
A pessimist I'll
Sin until
I’m sediment
Wanna let the devil in
Oh no, that’s not my religion
That’s what these p***y motha****in' rappers do they sell to win
Say they sick
But I'm sicker
That young killa
B***h it’s Heisenberg I'm cookin', bumpin' J Dilla
Fade dealer
That brass knuckle face splitta
Yung SXMPRA poppin' up out the cut that ****in' grave digger
Hey b***h, you know what the **** going on?
I've been doing this shit since like 2018
Eight-six in the mother****ing world
Anybody ****ing touching me?
You can still be typing in the ****ing comments though
Hahahaha
Run for the exit
Back with a vengeance
MAC-10
Spray
Like a motha****in' bandit
Ain’t nobody comin'
With no motha****in' bandage
Ain’t nobody run it up a motha**** savage
Yeah
10 bands feel lavish
Broke boy
No cash
Feel damaged
Pop off with the TEC
Then vanish
Gotta leave more for these boys they famished
P***y boy
I’m a motha****in' animal
Muzzle up my face like, "Hello, b***h," I am a cannibal
I was in the bathroom rackin' lines with Mr. Hannibal
I said, "Hannibal, it seems your bag is cut with motha****in panadol"
B***h, my dogs steady chopping off a brick
And my dogs ready if they get no tick
And my dogs getting peckish, need a bone
I'ma chop it off ya b***h
And my dogs steady rolling with the clique, b***h
What the **** is up motha****as?
You are now tuned in to SXMPRA FM 66.6, where you come to make your ears bleed and your motha****in' brain explode
Tell your aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbour's dog to tune the **** in or else, b***h
They never win
A pessimist I'll
Sin until
I’m sediment
Wanna let the devil in
Oh no, that’s not my religion
That’s what these p***y motha****in' rappers do they sell to win
Say they sick
But I'm sicker
That young killa
B***h it’s Heisenberg I'm cookin', bumpin' J Dilla
Fade dealer
That brass knuckle face splitta
Yung SXMPRA poppin' up out the cut that ****in' grave digger
Hey b***h, you know what the **** going on?
I've been doing this shit since like 2018
Eight-six in the mother****ing world
Anybody ****ing touching me?
You can still be typing in the ****ing comments though
Hahahaha
Run for the exit
Back with a vengeance
MAC-10
Spray
Like a motha****in' bandit
Ain’t nobody comin'
With no motha****in' bandage
Ain’t nobody run it up a motha**** savage
Yeah
10 bands feel lavish
Broke boy
No cash
Feel damaged
Pop off with the TEC
Then vanish
Gotta leave more for these boys they famished
P***y boy
I’m a motha****in' animal
Muzzle up my face like, "Hello, b***h," I am a cannibal
I was in the bathroom rackin' lines with Mr. Hannibal
I said, "Hannibal, it seems your bag is cut with motha****in panadol"
B***h, my dogs steady chopping off a brick
And my dogs ready if they get no tick
And my dogs getting peckish, need a bone
I'ma chop it off ya b***h
And my dogs steady rolling with the clique, b***h
What the **** is up motha****as?
You are now tuned in to SXMPRA FM 66.6, where you come to make your ears bleed and your motha****in' brain explode
Tell your aunties, uncles, cousins, and neighbour's dog to tune the **** in or else, b***h