[Chorus] Seven moon red blend in my system If he keep talking like he flirting, I'll let that .30 kiss him Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him Shit, I'm toxic like lead, keep shootin', nigga, 'til he dead, ha
[Post-Chorus] Shoot him 'til he's dead (Uh-huh) Shoot him 'til he's dead (Uh-huh) We don't smoke no pepper, smokin' backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh) If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I'ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh) Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I'ma tryna make these bands
[Verse] Where I'm from, niggas don't make it out alive Count all the niggas I lost, shit, I'm 'bout to cry Screamin' "Why?," screamin' "Why?" Why you didn't take me first? Fuckin' your bitch, she lovin' that shit, she gon' squirt, uh, uh Dick so deep, she screamin' my name like it's rollcall (Uh, uh) Runnin' to the money, Sonic the Hedgehog (Yeah, yeah) Used to be bummy, now I rock Tommy, no Abercrombie, yeah [?], yeah I shoot while you running, yeah [?] while she givin' me neck and I swear to God this shit feel funny, yeah All of y'all niggas is dummies, yeah Most of y'all niggas be fuckin' squares Cartier shades, Dior my jacket Long hair, I don't fuckin' care
[Chorus] Seven moon red blend in my system If he keep talking like he flirting, I'll let that .30 kiss him Hollow tip his him head, bet nobody will miss him Shit, I'm toxic like lead, keep shootin', nigga, 'til he dead, ha
[Post-Chorus] Shoot him 'til he's dead (Uh-huh) Shoot him 'til he's dead (Uh-huh) We don't smoke no pepper, smokin' backwoods, Trippie Redd, (Uh-huh) If she text me in the booth (Uh-huh), I'ma leave that bitch on read (Uh-huh) Give a fuck about your plans, bitch, I'ma tryna make these bandsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
