Notorious
Uh
Fill 'em up
Ayy
Reddy nauseous when he pops, it's a hazard, then he bombs
Drinking way too many shots, fall and faint, then puke 'em shards
Mothefucker, I'ma drain, so sick of being blamed
For the stuff in my brain, bitch, I'm no fucking sane
I'ma pull trigger, trigger, pow-pow, then you figure
Got blood on a finger, hide the body, I won't linger
Pow-pow, hit your face with a shovel when you getting up
It's that south Beam killer, bitch, fuck him up!
Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up
Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up
That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow
Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow
You tell me something bad, then, bitch, I'm cynical, get medic
'Cause I'm fucking you up bad, it might get lethal, bitch, I'm heavy
Just another one to bust, why you breaking all my trust?
I'm on fucking nos, bitch, just turned in a dust
Smoking on big pack, do-si-do
Tryna keep up, you don't want that smoke, bitch, I roll like four by four
Pop that trunk, gon' feel me though, I can't trust no silly hoes
I don't fuck with that Henny shit, too busy mixing medicines
Fish scale in my brain, blood stains fall like rain
And my chain, go insane, diamonds busting out of frame, damn
I pour more pints than an oil change, aw man
It ain't hard to maintain
Bitch, we on the same thing, pockets full of dead faces
All hunnits loose change, gripping on your bitch thigh
Sad she want my last name, woe, I'm out in Poland
Still get you bitch ass hoes shot, popping pills the motion
And I'm moving 'til I pass out, think I need to slow it down
Gucci on my toes now, remix flip my dope now
Cook it on the stove, wow, kill it when I show out
Please send my condolence, water whipping drowning, woah-woah
Redy, redy, redy
Redy (fuck him up)
Redy, redy
Redyzedy, the fucking boss, bitch, I'm killing it like I'm SARS
Faking boys come and say goodbyes, you flirt with death, rolling with a dice
Only speaking in evil tongues, got that flame coming out my guns
Once I hate the stupid cunts, and they don't stand a fucking chance
Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up
Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up
That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow
Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow
Redy, redy, redy
Redy, redy, redy
Redy, redy
Bitch, I walk in the alley, I lay low, mothefucker, I'm high, and all day long
I speak to the devil on a payphone, got hundred flows, ya'll rap with the same tone
Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee
Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth
Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee
Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth
Fill 'em up
Ayy
Reddy nauseous when he pops, it's a hazard, then he bombs
Drinking way too many shots, fall and faint, then puke 'em shards
Mothefucker, I'ma drain, so sick of being blamed
For the stuff in my brain, bitch, I'm no fucking sane
I'ma pull trigger, trigger, pow-pow, then you figure
Got blood on a finger, hide the body, I won't linger
Pow-pow, hit your face with a shovel when you getting up
It's that south Beam killer, bitch, fuck him up!
Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up
Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up
That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow
Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow
You tell me something bad, then, bitch, I'm cynical, get medic
'Cause I'm fucking you up bad, it might get lethal, bitch, I'm heavy
Just another one to bust, why you breaking all my trust?
I'm on fucking nos, bitch, just turned in a dust
Smoking on big pack, do-si-do
Tryna keep up, you don't want that smoke, bitch, I roll like four by four
Pop that trunk, gon' feel me though, I can't trust no silly hoes
I don't fuck with that Henny shit, too busy mixing medicines
Fish scale in my brain, blood stains fall like rain
And my chain, go insane, diamonds busting out of frame, damn
I pour more pints than an oil change, aw man
It ain't hard to maintain
Bitch, we on the same thing, pockets full of dead faces
All hunnits loose change, gripping on your bitch thigh
Sad she want my last name, woe, I'm out in Poland
Still get you bitch ass hoes shot, popping pills the motion
And I'm moving 'til I pass out, think I need to slow it down
Gucci on my toes now, remix flip my dope now
Cook it on the stove, wow, kill it when I show out
Please send my condolence, water whipping drowning, woah-woah
Redy, redy, redy
Redy (fuck him up)
Redy, redy
Redyzedy, the fucking boss, bitch, I'm killing it like I'm SARS
Faking boys come and say goodbyes, you flirt with death, rolling with a dice
Only speaking in evil tongues, got that flame coming out my guns
Once I hate the stupid cunts, and they don't stand a fucking chance
Pop them pills, put 'em middle fingers up
Bitch, it's a goddamn thrill, take them veins and fill 'em up
That so I calm my sorrow, the happiness I borrow
Get it back tomorrow, the life is hard to swallow
Redy, redy, redy
Redy, redy, redy
Redy, redy
Bitch, I walk in the alley, I lay low, mothefucker, I'm high, and all day long
I speak to the devil on a payphone, got hundred flows, ya'll rap with the same tone
Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee
Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth
Bitch, I'm an alien that kills Ripley, there ain't no way I'd let that bitch flee
Get fucked in a head, turn in dead meat, that green fucking acid, my bad teeth
Credits
Writer(s): Zdenek Vesely, Nikita Yakouchyk, Fotis Mylonas
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