ILLUMINATI

Yeah I just killed this shit bruh, I just killed this shit come look at this shit
Haha, my nigga richiie on this bitch, ayo scorpio can you play me that beat real quick

I just met her boyfriend she said he the xanman
I was creepin' laying low then I said fuck it throw them hands
She seen that the underground is what I fuckin' ran, uh
I ain't fucking playing bitch get in the fucking van, uh

He know that I fucked his girl, on his fucking mattress
I don't think he wanna test me turn him to that past-tense
He know I see confidence is what he fucking lack bitch
Yes I'm a fucking thot these hoes is what I fucking mack bitch

Run down on me you get touched, uh
He think that I give a fuck, uh
All my nigga's wanna shoot, yuh
Catch him and his nigga too, uh

He know I'm a real nigga, he don't get no more respect
I want him fucking dead, send him to his fucking casket

I just met her boyfriend she said he the xanman
I was creepin' laying low then I said fuck it throw them hands
She seen that the underground is what I fuckin' ran, uh
I ain't fucking playing bitch get in the fucking van, uh

He know that I fucked his girl, on his fucking mattress
I don't think he wanna test me turn him to that past-tense
He know I see confidence is what he fucking lack bitch
Yes I'm a fucking thot these hoes is what I fucking mack bitch

Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static, uh
Sex or it's murder either way I catch a body, uh
Now I'm blowing up, they say I'm illuminati

Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static
Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static

Now he talk down on my name, that's that hoe shit
I was fantasizing when we catch you we gon' blow shit
Now I got some nigga's spreading rumors like they know shit
Oh I'm not with the fuckin' smoke, I'm gon' show him

Fuck was that shit you talkin' bout like it's a game
Keep on fuckin' talkin' put you in that mother fucking grave, yeah
Bitch I sent them death threats, now you wonder why, uh
Bitch I walk around I got some murder on my mind, yuh

Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static, uh
Sex or it's murder either way I catch a body, uh
Now I'm blowing up, they say I'm illuminati

Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static
Me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static

Want the static, me and all my nigga's got a bunch of automatics, uh
You don't want the smoke, bitch, you don't want the static



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Writer(s): Sihya Swall
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