Текст песни
I got beef with niggas I don't know can't get em off my nuts
I been playin for so long I know his bitch involved so what
I don't know her nigga all I know is I'm diggin out her guts
He want problems though I'm with it give him surgery with no cuts
All yall niggas just the same lame jane ass niggas
Give a fuck about whatchu bang
give a fuck about yo gang nigga
Call me Michael myers in this bitch
I got fye in this bitch
I got 9's in the whip
Call me michel myers in this bitch
I got fye in this bitch
I got 9's in the whip
Bitch you know I'm driving in this shit
I got coke up on my lips
And I get higher than a bitch
Baby girl don't mix it with the tris
I drop wock and let it fizz
Gotta do it for the kids
And you know I'm fuckin geeked as shit
I got rich up off the X and then I spent it on my wrist
Bitch you know I'm swerving in this shit
I pray I don't crash the whip so I don't fuck up all this drip
Bitch she's a trap star
Rap star, xan bars, fast cars
You know this is not hard
Dropping stars all up in the wockhardt
And yo girl she's a fan all up in the bad bar
Watch me cook up all up with these sad bars
Conna you a try hard
Unemployed trap stars
And yo bitch is on my dick hittin my phone and I know
I was tappin that shit while you was chillin with yo bros
Call me Michael myers in this bitch
I got fye in this bitch
I got 9's in the whip
Call me michel myers in this bitch
I got fye in this bitch
I got 9's in the whip
Call me Micheal myers in this bitch
I got fye in this bitch
I got 9's in the whip