808

[Verse 1: Yung Flex]
He was running his mouth, I pop him like a perc
You run up on me, you expecting the worst
Chopper go make him dance, now he hitting the jerk
You pull up in a Benz, I pull up in a hearse
Got that bass on my feet, yeah that's what I deserve
In that vintage 97 matching my shirt
Nigga, I got to blew up my shooter and got percs
You want smoke then match on that shit on you nerds, bitch
Back off
I got the Tom', make them blast off
He gonna die so I'm taking the mask off
And that chain he got on getting snatched off
Talking crazy then you get snuffed quick
No you pussy boys not with the tough shit
Got a German 26 that's about 6
On my shinigang shit you can suck bitch (Aye)

[Verse 2: D010930000]
You made a mistake
Got no one to blame
I'll deal with it all
Feel nothing but pain
I hope that he dies
Got nothing to hate
Will it go away
Your love never stayed, yeah
Never really wanna go back, aye
You're a shell of yourself and that's a fact, yeah
I'm medicated
Overrated
So deflated
Oldest trick
Fuck your thoughts
In the mind
Switching men like you a bitch
Got bands to blow, yeah fuck these hoes
Never really wanna be inside no more
Of my mind no more, shits bout to blow
Bullet to the brain, it will never be the same
Pussy boys always acting like a fucking prick
Shawty drew a line, I can feel that blood drip
Switching through my mind, I can feel that shit split
Bitch you a lame, yeah fuck all of it