Undertaker (IFYKYK)

Back in this bitch and you know that its lit, bro tried to run up then busted a lip You act like a baby, stop throwin a fit, like Kay Kay said, don't run, don't trip Wit Kdott he told me too pass him the grip, gonna hit the gas, finna shoot out the whip We never miss, we gon' catch us a hit that shit, don't matter cause we takin' that risk Bitch movelook, like you Sugarhill Keem, don't f*ck with the gang, get hit with the beam I'm livin' my life, bitch, I'm livin' the dream, I'm makin' this paper, I'm makin' this green Matter fact, I want my money in blue, you don't know what I do, you don't gotta clue Better watch out, don't break that vase, when you gone there'll be no fuckin' trace You know what, f*ck it, let's switch up the pace, give me my money, bitch, hand me that case You're not like that, you're a bitch, thats a fact, I can never lack, can't get turned to a pack I got the ski on, you know that it's black, stop talkin' to me, bitch, you really all cap You pussy you really ain't finna get back, I'm like Harden when I shoot I step back That bitch, thought I wanted her, she was wrong, don't need her, now she on the song That bitch, unfollowed me, she thought I cared, she flirts wit everyguy she sees, I swear Talkin' to my opp, talkin about me, talkin' shit, but won't even say it to me They all just fans, they all just feins, but when I get to runnin up, they all just flee Back in this bitch and you know that it's lit, bro tried to run up, then busted a lip You act like a baby, stop throwin a fit, like Kay Kay said, don't run, don't trip Wit Kdott he told me to pass him the grip, gonna hit the gas finna shoot out the whip We never miss we gon catch us a hit, that shit dont matter cuz we takin that risk If they post the addy we takin' a trip, I don't give a f*ck, step up, then I flip No, I ain't no blood, no, I ain't no crip, I'm myself, I just stay wit my grip They all just pussy, can't stand these hoes Girls are treeshes, quick to take off your clothes If I got a problem, I'ma call up the bros When we run up with the blick, they all froze I be havin' mood swings, call me pop smoke He tried to shoot his gun jammed, he choked I got a knock, you can see it through the coat You f*ck wit me, you get shot in your throat Got a close circle, only a couple people around me I know my limits, no, I ain't no cocky F*ck wit Twan get put ina ditch Call Holy up, he got the switch I don't be on media, I ain't on Twitch When I run up, he scared, he flinched That boy's a bitch, steady talkin' hot I didn't use a gun, no, I just fought I don't need a blick, put the dudes up Call me Ray Allen, the way that I'm clutch Back in this bitch, you know that it's lit Bro tried to run up, then busted a lip You act like a baby, stop throwin a fit Like Kay Kay said dont run dont trip Wit Kdott he told me to pass him the grip, gonna hit the gas finna shoot out the whip We never miss we gon catch us a hit, that shit dont matter cuz we takin that risk