If you wanna talk to Führer say excuse me
Bitch don’t ask me shit cause I ain’t no friend of yee
I don’t gotta talk to nobody
But if they talking shit about me, stop the car please
Bitch where the fuck you at?
Name out your cross streets
I say who are you, pick out your coffin
These niggas talk so much bitch I mean often
Every so often you catch me cleaning blood off my claw fist
Me and Hollowsquad is the bosses
We gon’ take your life insead of losses
And bitch I don’t do rap I monologue shit
Cause you bitches need to know I’m not a target
I don’t get bothered I’m the one doing bothering
I turn his bulletproof vest into a cardigan
When I hit a fool I feel my heart again
Y’all too retarded man all these rappers still on that faking shit
I smoke my biggest blunt while I break a bitch
I swing so quick he couldn’t finish talking shit
Bitch I don’t give no fuck and I be loving it
I’m spending stupid stacks
What the fuck is cash, I buy more weed with that
She looked at me and told me, “boy I’m needing that”
I looked her right in her face and told her kill yourself
Bitch get up out my way boy I don’t need no help
You niggas see me now
See Hollowsquad the fleet and put your head down
BITCH
WHO?!
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