XxxCHEKKMATExxx

Lyrics

I have to admit it (DJ) Ayy this some battle shit bruh Fuckk em, ayy, uhh, uh I'm in the club like out with the gat and the gold Everybody rockk masks till we stashed at the grove I been livin' like a Viking, use they bodies for thrones Then I'm posin' for a picture like we mountin' they domes The limited disseminates killin' them fakke feelin's we pillage A skrillman then his wife, him and those fakes feelin' him Fukk em all your favors are fully figuratively kidding them Forced to bring the fire likke you challenging some cinnamons You sentimental gentleman better be with the veterans Embedding they gold bullets and competitors we better than I'ma die a livin' fucking legend what you ever bring, to the damn game why you slower than my ketamine Locked me in the cage but now I'm sadder than I've ever been Fuck collaboration and the term likke the president Last generation let it burn when I mention it Comin for the crown until an urn you is restin' in Days been expired, but the product is back, found his ass in the dark with the-