​send em to hell

[Chorus]
Need no bitch, uh, do not need no thot
Was ridin' 'round, now my niggas tote that Glock
Used to countin' all this cash, yes, I been doin' this shit a lot
I'm not talkin' Game of Thrones, nigga run up, might get got

[Verse]
Gang still sippin' red, oh, that bitch, she bad
Demons in my bed, I been numbin' pain
Gas goes to my head
I won't get inside the whip if that shit not no Benz, yeah
​wxstwrld, mark you as a dead man (As a dead man)
I got diamonds on my watch that's on my left hand (On my left hand)
Made it through the fire, but we'll send him to Hell, man
Pull up to the crib and I get let in by that bellman, ah
Had to flex on these fuck niggas real quick, my opponents gettin' rusty (Yeah)
Chopper singin' out like Timberlake in this bitch, yeah, I'm talkin' Justin (Yeah)
The wannabes in the spotlight, but the niggas stop and they just stare (Yeah)
And I gotta watch my own back in this bitch 'cause I'm too trustin'
That's why I keep my .9, that's why I keep my fire
That's why I keep that AR-15, it's on my side
These niggas cannot catch me slippin', no, I can't die
I'm Mr. Put This Shit On, these niggas know I'm fly
Only fuck with [?] clientele
If we fuckin' sign this paper, you gon' never tell
Archive garments in my closet, no, they not for sale
We gon' turn him to a skeleton like Undertale, yeah

[Chorus]
Need no bitch, uh, do not need no thot
Was ridin' 'round, now my niggas tote that Glock
Used to countin' all this cash, yes, I been doin' this shit a lot
I'm not talkin' Game of Thrones, nigga run up, might get got
Need no bitch, uh, do not need no thot
Was ridin' 'round, now my niggas tote that Glock
Used to countin' all this cash, yes, I been doin' this shit a lot
I'm not talkin' Game of Thrones, nigga run up, might get got