[Refrain]
Make these haters have a fucking heart attack
They ain’t shining so they petty acting out aww yeh
If you lived the life I live you would spazz out
I got this thotties in my rental acting wild aww yeah

[Verse 1]
Going so hard every day
Texting my ex cus I’m waved
Everyone knows that I changed
Yeah I upgraded
Ah yeah
Counting the racks that I make
Uh
Numbers are looking insane
Wow
And i know I went through some shit but right now I’m so great
Ohhhh
They talk shit about my lifestyle
Ohhhh
Baddies in my crib I got the lights down
Yahhh
I feel like I’m fucking Hugh Hefner or something
Ohhh
I can never give these n***as mercy now ya
Understand I always win
Yeah
Had to get my mum a crib
Ay
Money longer than my dick
Yeah
Hope she doesn’t hear this shit
Uh
Imma really go harder yeah
More money to make outcher
Yea
I fell good I got racks now
I got the hits like a boxer
[Chorus]
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Yah, yah
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Yah, yah
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Kill 'em yah, yah
Ooh kill 'em
Kill 'em
Yah, yah

[Verse 2]
I can’t still spit bars though
Right now I’m turnt up
I can see through the sky now
Watch me take this shit further
Right now I’m so gone
You might see my face on a poster
Missing in action my actions kosher

[Refrain]
Make these haters have a fucking heart attack
They ain’t shining so they petty acting out aww yeh
If you lived the life I live you would spazz out
I got this thotties in my rental acting wild aww yeah
[Verse 3]
Uhh 5am I’m gone the henny its mad
All I want in my life is pure gas and cash its mad
Don’t watch the price tag I still cop that
Yeah you know its mad
Gone of the liquor and still in the bits yeah you know it's mad
Ohhhh
They talk shit about my lifestyle
Ohhhh
Baddies in my crib I got the lights down
Yahhh
I feel like I’m fucking Hugh Hefner or something
Ohhh
I can never give these n***as mercy now ya
Understand I always win
Yeah
Had to get my mum a crib
Ay
Money longer than my dick
Yeah
Hope she doesn’t hear this shit
Uh
Imma really go harder yeah
More money to make outcher
Yea
I fell good I got racks now
I got the hits like a boxer
[Chorus]
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Yah, yah
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Yah, yah
Ooh, kill 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Kill 'em yah, yah
Ooh kill 'em
Kill 'em
Yah, yah