Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch
Yeah, duh, hol' up, blood, hol' up, cuh, hol' up, sis, huh (hol' up)
LLC the Glock and I LLC my bitch, huh (LLC)
Pass me the rock, I go crazy on my kicks, huh
Had to tell my grandma, "Sit back, relax, and shit, " huh (make n*gga)
Make a n*gga buy her house and car, she's off the list, huh
Fake n*gga, talking 'bout he rich, but barely is, huh
Eight figures, jumping off the stage into the kids, huh (yeah)
Single out the shooter, take the shooter to the blitz, huh (Yeah)
Drop it out of school, dropped deposit on their crib, huh (Yeah)
Piping down on Instagram, I only post my bitch, huh
I don't need your import, get your two cents off my pic', huh
Generation money, type of money dyin' rich
And I wanna say, "Shoutout to the dead, now I flex, " woah
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go)
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (Let's go)
Shoutout to the dead, to the dead, to the dead, huh (One)
I'm sick of you n*ggas not taking no risks
I'm taking avenge and taking my course (Kill 'em)
I cannot compete with the mud in my system
My tolerance low, I don't tolerate force
I protect, I am the one
I rose and fold the score
I gotta let my ego go
You n*gga not ready to settle the war (Yeah)
You n*ggas not ready to stop being hoes
You n*ggas not ready to open the doors
You n*ggas run in, take off with the jewelry
You n*ggas not really the richest on Forbes
You n*ggas not ready to deal with the sacrifices
And instead, you're passing the torch
And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery
See me dancing on all of your corpses, go
credits
from Remixes,
released February 3, 2023
vocals: Baby Keem
