[Verse 1]
Google me, searching like safari on my wrist
Is yo' diamonds really dancing or is you flexing for yo' bitch?
This that 80 thou', 100 thou'
Writs is throwing fits
Boy, I got a walk in closet but I ain't no walking lick
With that tough talk
Talking out yo' neck might get you fucked
End up dead inside your living room, bleeding on yo' rug
You a fake fuck
Flesh light
Fill yo' bitch with cum
She gon' swallow till she can't no mo' (Yuh) and (Yuh) drip it out her lungs (Yuh)
Bases loaded
Can't control em'
Came from loathing, yo' god straight merking shit
Cultivated
Motivated
Shoulders raising
Head first straight murdering
Niggas talking, bitches talking, demons walking
Underground ain't heard of this
Kami space
The demon face
The demon head that crash landed on earth and shit

[Chorus]
EEYUH
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Aye
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Aye
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Aye (yuh)
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Aye
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Yuh
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Aye
Fuck they gon' do about that?
Yuh
Fuck they gon' do about that? (that) (that)

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