AOT

N-N-Nine-milli' burst, black mink fur, pockets fat, so absurd
Bitch, I'm 'bout checks, I can't beef with you nerds
Blastoise, she wet, cowabunga when I surf
Hold up, what he said? (Uh-uh-uh) Not a word
Pussy boy, get back, back, back, you get hurt
Pull up with that gat, toe-tag then disperse
Leave his body flat-face, plant, hit the dirt
Finger fuck my strap when I'm mad, make it squirt (yeah)

Uh, walked up in his shit, swiping like a Visa
AOT, in this bitch walls like I'm Grisha
Change your 'meanor, sit down, boy, keep your tee tucked
Pulling up with sticks clenched, make 'em pray to Jesus
(Huh huh) Air it out, let it breathe
Glock split heads, feel like God parting seas
Ricks on feet with his neck underneath
Five-foot-six, still, I'm up, okay capeesh
Uh, peel his cap like Pez, if he talk that mess, it's a wrap like casts, uh
Tell my bullets fetch when the pistol vent, better watch your back, uh
That lil' bitch on X sliding down my wood, leaking like some sap, uh
Switchblade leave your flesh bleeding, PMS with your soul detached

Nine-milli' burst, black mink fur, pockets fat, so absurd
Bitch, I'm 'bout checks, I can't beef with you nerds
Blastoise she wet, cowabunga when I surf
Hold up, what he said? (Uh-uh-uh) Not a word
Pussy boy, get back, back, back, you get hurt
Pull up with that gat, toe-tag then disperse
Leave his body flat-face, plant, hit the dirt
Finger fuck my strap when I'm mad, make it squirt