Lyrics

[Intro: ERIC NORTH] Ooh, I got it now bitch, I got it now, bitch (Uh, yeah) I got it now bitch, bitch, bitch (I'm just smokin' a cigarette, so I'ma do this all in one take) I removed the pop filter, bitch I will make your corpse dance Uh, ayy, uh, yeah [Verse 1: ERIC NORTH] Dumb bitch, quit blurtin' out my name Not the same, off the walls, two vans holdin' Ks No escapin' this fate, situation's outta hand It's a panic at the disco, MAC-11 make 'em dance Get out my room, little bitch, you not fuckin' me I learned my lesson 'bout groupies, no fun to me You got a gun with no clip, you a wannabe Blasian named Nicki but I call her Bumblebee I rode the beat like a horse with no saddle (Saddle) She shakin' my dick in her hand like a rattle (Rattle) My dick and her throat hate each other, they battle (Battle) She bringin' her bitches, I call 'em the cattle (Cattle) I had a job interview with the devil And that nigga mad 'cause he not on my level I got a witch who was born in a coven Her booty so thick that I call it a bevel Internet niggas, I'm callin' you Neville I enter her body like she is my vessel I take your spirit and send it to heaven Shoutout my jihadi in 7-Eleven He catchin' a body, around like eleven I'm making him spin with the shots from my .11 I feel like Ben 10 hittin' licks with a Kevin We launderin' money for Indian weapons His big homie be hurt on the ground and he beggin' He lucky he hurt and it's only a blessin' Bring the horizon and count all your blessings We in the horizon with illegal weapons [Interlude: ERIC NORTH & terr9r] Yuh, bitch (Ayy, yeah, hold up) Yuh, bitch (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yuh, bitch (Ayy) [Verse 2: terr9r] I got the beam, automatic Glock Do what I say then you won't get shot Used to sell Xans now I'm doin' a lot I'm finna Uber to the block Perc 30 in my Polo socks Ride dirty with the Glock with the stock Your man is hurtin', he ain't spendin' them knots Said he silent but he sound like a cop Used to sell mid on the block, where I'm famous Nobody know you, I'm where the gang is at We used to move from couch to couch Fuck all that shit, I'm not safe in your house Look at that nigga, he hatin' for clout Where is yo' friends? Get the fuck out I fucked that bitch but she not on my body count That is your wifey, I gotta thot her now Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 2: CXRPSE] ERIC said that he got Indian weapons I knock off his head and then give 'em depression That bitch wanna fuck, I say "Give me a second, I'm tryna cop me some Indian weapons" I'm finna ride on this beat like a Cerberus Your bitch is wet, and I call her Aquarius I'm tryna work, I been tryna take care of shit If it ain't about me, then you know I'm not hearin' it Ayy, bitch don't talk to me (No) You should be runnin' from me (Bitch) I got a pistol for you and your friends I'm not makin' amends, I just want my revenge You niggas are makin' me cringe, bitch, I'm the energy, I'm a sin Complicated, never-medicated, we been segregated Fuckin' irritated, I been fuckin' waitin', I want fuckin' payment I been goin' crazy, nigga, fuck some patience Nigga, fuck a conversation, where the correlation? All the frustrations, send the location (Bitch)