I'm free, nigga (I be free, nigga)
I'm fuckin' free, bitch (Yeah)
Splurcetti, what up, nigga
Yeah (Yeah)
Splurcetti, world domination (Woo, woo)
The king is fuckin' back, nigga
Come on, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Splurcetti
The king is back, hail the king, where my fuckin' crown at? (The fuck my crown at?)
Pussy boy wish he would, ridin' dirty in the mud (C'mon)
Posted up in the cut, fuck them bitches, fuck the love (Go)
You love none, you a cunt, pussy punk
Dead ho, but she can't even take my crown, on my- (On what, bitch?)
On my, on my, on my
On my man's soul, I'm creepin' mad slow (Slow)
I'm comin' through the back door with a switch rod (C'mon)
I'm comin' through the label, dawg, I don't give a fuck (Fuck that label)
I'm a soldier, I'm in charge of the six, woah
I'm body baggin', throw 'em on a ship, three-hundred corpse
I'm fuckin' hot, fuckin' hella bops, curvin' bots (That's what I do)
I'm a dog, ain't no lil' dog, big dawg (Woo, woo)
I'll buy the whole store out, Wraith full of stars (Wraith)
I'll buy the whole store out, I don't wear the cloth (I don't even wear that shit)
I'm in my M5, cruisin' down your B-lock (I'm on your block, nigga)
I'm in a Trackhawk, with a fuckin' G-lock (With a fuckin' Glock)
I pray to God I don't die, I'm on the C-lock (I'm on the clock, nigga)
There's so much pussies in my face, you niggas made to listen (Fuck you)
There's so much pussies in the world, you niggas ridin' dick (Yeah)
Fuck the glory, fuck the fame, I just want rich (Splurcetti)
Fuck the game, fuck these rappers, I don't care, bitch
I brought eleven grabba, boy I know I'm high as shit
These niggas broke as a fuck, pockets catfish (Fuckin' stupid)
I'm livin' lavish, like an IG bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I'm livin' savage, like I'm 21, nigga (Yeah)
I'm like LeBron, nigga (LeBron)
You can't say I'm done, nigga (I ain't dumb, nigga)
You niggas blinded, nigga, boy you is my son, nigga (Yeah)
Life is hard, fuckin' raw
Pick yo' head up and restart
If we fall, fuck 'em all, we gon' ball in the end
Standin' tall, if they hate, cross 'em out
If they talk, shut they mouth
If you mad, crash out
If you pussy, back out
I want pussy right now
Chillin' in my trap house, Motorola phone out
Tryna get a play down, she do what I'ma say now
I don't do no hangouts, no handouts, get whacked out
Yeah
We are rid of you at last
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