katana!

Make her eyes roll to the back of her head Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red Ride around town and the whip stays low Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread Tagging your squad like its laser tag Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at My ops stay cold, where the heater at Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass Hitting these licks, bitch I'm hitting the lotto Up in the cave, like Bruce in the grotto Talking that taco, but bitch I'm no sabo Spray his reflection; I'm armed with the Savo My choppa named bravo Me and the gang blowing up, ain't talking Apollo Even enlightened, your mind stays hollow You say that I suck but nigga you swallow Don't let me out, my gravity pull all the bad bitches Stay broke, wishing you had riches Rock with the gang, the fake ones getting hella mad stiches Stay making shit till my music make digits Make her eyes roll to the back of her head Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red Ride around town and the whip stays low Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread Tagging your squad like its laser tag Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at My ops stay cold, where the heater at Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass Juice Wrld, hit it, 999 Make that op boy say bye, bye, bye Kids glued to her face like an iPad Being all rude to his face, he don't like that Got old jeans with the polo tee They all know "tae<3" but they don't know me You make the same shit, but you ain't OG Bitch, I'm unbothered, ain't talking no Ski Make her eyes roll to the back of her head Hit it with a sword, katana, white tee turns red Ride around town and the whip stays low Back from the bank, back seat full of that bread Tagging your squad like its laser tag Put a beam on the Glock, where the taser at My ops stay cold, where the heater at Fake gold chain, I'ma beat his ass