Ran Down

Aye
Got no rest (yuh)
Five nights at the Freddie's livin' hell-like with no rest
They think they the best
Well, I'm here to make 'em depressed
Got no issues in my brain but I'm muthafuckin' stressed out
Where the cash at?
I'm a muthafuckin' Hatchet

Yo, where yo bitch at?
I'm bout to murder spree y'all muthafuckin' rappers at the game, yuh
Murder all these hoes who just faking for the fame, yuh
They don't understand what is like livin' in shame
That's insane
'Cause this is ain't yo game, yuh (yuh)
I see them flexin' with all those fake Saint Laurent, yuh
I'm in their mind
I'm the one you should obey, yuh (I'm their king, bitch)
Bitch, I'm your king
You should take a kneel and kiss this ring
Get me a muthafuckin' drink (uhuh)
Aye
I rain terror with some muhfuckin' chainsaw
Every fuckin' ghetto to ghetto
I'm runnin' every fuckin' sectors
You's a fuckin' cat, I'm a muhfuckin' raptor
On your fuckin' cap, I'mma put that fuckin' racks on

Got no rest (You dig?)
Five nights at the Freddie's livin hell like with no rest (yea yea)
They think they the best
Well, I'm here to make 'em depressed
Got no issues in my brain but I'm muthafuckin' stressed out
Where the cash at? (yea yea)
I'm a muthafuckin' Hatchet



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Jenner, Joshua Priester, Raja Muddin, Ron Hampton, Titan Ezrano
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