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Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I can't fuck with a— (Bitch like you)
Ayy, huh, Strip, ayy, Strip, ayy

I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy

Like, okay
Why they ain't been scrappin' toe-to-toe?
'Cause they grippin' .44's, 2K Baby, Shogee-Shog up in here
Top rings, superstar like Cody Rhodes
Call my homie and he tellin' me his Codie went and told all on him
Like, why you did that? (Why, why?)
You the type to keep your hands up when they spin back
That's why I'm clutchin', need my duckets, pussy, bring the ruckus
Me and Coolboi, every Friday, rockin' dirty buckets
Shit ain't happen overnight, dawg, it's a plight, dawg
Ain't no gettin', lucky, right, dawg?
This my fight song, rumble in my stomach
Pipe down, pussy, when you talkin' to a boss
On the I-9', pushin' hundred-twenty, ain't gon' stop (What the fuck?)

Hand in the pot, watch me whip it in reverse
Niggas think it's sweet, the way they standin' on my turf
I got the big pump, this ain't no Lil Uzi Vert
I'm addicted to the 'scripts, I built a palace out the Percs
Pill-popper, pin-dropper, I'm a wig-rocker, I'm a real jaw-stomper
Wrist lock up, whole gang milly-rockin' when the mill's droppin'
Pussy boy, you can't stop it, hey
Shit get gory for the glory, ayy, yeah
Home alone, it turn to horror story, ayy
Thirty mg, then I poured a forty, ayy
I'm a vet, lil' boy, you ain't my category, ayy

I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy

I'm wishin' peace to my brothers, countin' blessings
Sexy women undressin', weird flexes when I step in, Giuseppe steppers, I'm steppin'
Bitches gettin' dogged with the bone, they love to fetch it
I'm blessed like a reverend, goin' hard for my lil' bredren
Walkin' on this carpet, make you feel like Aladdin
I'm rippin' mole after mole, and I don't think I'm an addict
I'm reachin' goal after goal, but I'm goin' through madness
Late night, after hours, tryna make this shit happen

Let me tell you something, now, you listen to me, and you listen to me closely
I don't give a shit about what happened to you
Now, I want you to get yourself together and get back out there and get me my money

I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy
I can't fuck with a bitch like you (Nah)
Born killer, I can admit, I do (I do)
Gravedigger sick as a bitch, achoo
On the I-95 in a drop-top coupe, ayy (Strip)