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Bitch
Big Goliath
Big lions
Big gorillas Otis
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

Chorus
I'm so scared of myself So scared
Crazy thoughts in my head Head
Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead Leave him dead
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma kill him, save some bread Bread

Verse 1
Yeah, money bring killers Yeah
Money buy killers, money buy killers, money buy killers Yeah
Money buy scary guns Yeah
I see through these niggas, Mangekyō Sharingan Brr
I bought my bitch a fat ass, she ain't want no diamond ring Yeah
Fuck he mean Yeah, yeah
He trending on Instagram, nigga ran off with his bling Bling
He paid for his shit back, cha-ching Cha-ching
You gon' get your shit splack, you reach Reach
This a deuce-deuce, nigga, peace Peace
I was giving out thousands a piece Piece
His bitch is a squeeze, I don't wanna keep, I know it's a lease Lease
Spend money on bonds, but I know them honkeys won't let him be Let him be
Wanna C4 the prison, my dog in the cage, wanna let him free Let him free
And my pistols having private parts, you'd catch an STD STD
I don't trust a soul for real, I ain't even trusting me Trusting me
I cut off these niggas like nails Nails
He an ally or threat I can't tell Tell
Boy, you gotta look out for yourself Self
They playing dirty, hitting below the belt Belt
I turned cold-hearted, I can't melt Melt
I'm playing with the hand I was dealt Dealt
Leave your top red like some milk Milk

Chorus
I'm so scared of myself So scared
Crazy thoughts in my head Head
Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead Leave him dead
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma kill him, save some bread Bread

Verse 2
Niggas be picking and choosing they battles
I want smoke with whoever, bitch, it do not matter Yeah, yeah
Still get to the top when they kick down the ladder Yeah
I ain't kissing no ass, that shit make 'em madder Yeah
Come out the cut with that rata-tat-tata Yeah
We spill his bladder
I was a jacker
Too many hoes, I ain't doing no jacking Ooh
Death taught me a lot, I ain't doing no lacking No lacking
When they talk about bodies, bitch, I left the chatroom Chatroom
On the phone talking 'bout murders, these niggas that dumb
Don't turn your back on me, I'll take your backbone
Like negative twenty degrees, bitch, I'm that cold

Chorus
I'm so scared of myself So scared
Crazy thoughts in my head Head
Fuck it, spend that cheese, leave him dead Leave him dead
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma kill him, save some bread Bread

Outro
Yeah Yeah
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