Bring the C4
Hop out the coupe
Shoot up a group
I'm in the mood
Hop in the suit
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
I'm on the route
Never accused
Feeling doomed
Bitch
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
Gimme some more
Bring the C4
Need some drama
Never a lover
I need more karma
Hop out the coupe
Shoot up a group
I'm in the mood
Hop in the suit
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
I'm on the route
Never accused
Feeling doomed
Bitch
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
Yeah
It's unlikely that you'll touch me
Keep it strapped up no rugby
I ain't need to wear some layers just to cap fucking Buckee
Call the local dentist you ain't pulling with some buck teeth
Begging for attention take my dick too call me hubby
Funny
That you think you got some shit to stand on
Dead wrong
Brick by brick I beat you up collect a ransom
Put a target on you and yo' bitch calling me handsome
Sadly there ain't really shit to go expand on
Pussy
Run away just like that mouth 'fore I put some fucking hands on
Hide behind a screen I drop the addy
Look it up on google earth you know it'll end badly
7.62 Tracer punch your lungs out gladly
No resistance you a bitch lie down and die, happy?
Grab the fucking C4
Run up kickin' down doors
Iron foot like centaur
I'm a demon folklore
Grab the fucking C4
Run up kickin' down doors
Iron foot like centaur
I'm a demon folklore
Aye
What
Oh
Grab the C4
Grab the C4
Shoot up a group
I'm in the mood
Hop in the suit
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
I'm on the route
Never accused
Feeling doomed
Bitch
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
Gimme some more
Bring the C4
Need some drama
Never a lover
I need more karma
Hop out the coupe
Shoot up a group
I'm in the mood
Hop in the suit
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
I'm on the route
Never accused
Feeling doomed
Bitch
Gentleman on my bullshit when I do this shit I get it
Fucked up and shit
Yeah
It's unlikely that you'll touch me
Keep it strapped up no rugby
I ain't need to wear some layers just to cap fucking Buckee
Call the local dentist you ain't pulling with some buck teeth
Begging for attention take my dick too call me hubby
Funny
That you think you got some shit to stand on
Dead wrong
Brick by brick I beat you up collect a ransom
Put a target on you and yo' bitch calling me handsome
Sadly there ain't really shit to go expand on
Pussy
Run away just like that mouth 'fore I put some fucking hands on
Hide behind a screen I drop the addy
Look it up on google earth you know it'll end badly
7.62 Tracer punch your lungs out gladly
No resistance you a bitch lie down and die, happy?
Grab the fucking C4
Run up kickin' down doors
Iron foot like centaur
I'm a demon folklore
Grab the fucking C4
Run up kickin' down doors
Iron foot like centaur
I'm a demon folklore
Aye
What
Oh
Grab the C4
Grab the C4
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Writer(s): Cole Nakadate, Zakary Hamelin
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