Letra de Luigi's Mansion - Jace!

Ayy, bitch, ayy, go

Real murder worth shit (Go, ayy)

Bitch, already know how the fuck am I rockin'?

Real murder worth shit

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (With them sticks, bitch)

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (With them sticks, go)

Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped up with them sticks (Bitch)

Bro tryna say it's smoke with us, then lil' bro pulled up quick (Ayy)

I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 5.56 (Bitch)

ARP hold .223 it turn 'em into bits (Huh?)

Mr. He Ain't That, he ain't that and he ain't this (Nigga)

Mr. Met By Chance, she just wanna suck my dick (Bitch, ayy)

I done smoked yo' whole advance, spent the rest at Saks Fifth

I got money, bitch, I'm lit and I drop hits (And I drop hits)

Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks (And my kicks, nigga)

She wan' fuck on me just 'cause she know that I'm it (She know I’m it)

Bitch, I'm the it factor

Bullet hit his daddy in the head, now he a bastard

I just fucked his bitch up on the Louis mattress

I'm talkin' double C and double G on me, I'm active

I'm talkin' Perc' 30 on my ass, now I can't balance (Now I can’t balance)

I'm talkin' 'bout real Murda Worth shit, done made it global (Bitch)

I'm on a king bed, used to shoot at all my locals (All my locals, nigga)

Now the bad bitches on the 'Gram got me on they Roku (On they Roku)

I done got rich as fuck, spent three hunnid on soul food (On soul food)

That boy sad as hell, need to stick to rappin' on ProTools (On ProTools)

I be slidin' on all my opps, bitch, I'm a pro with the tool

I'm talkin' 'bout get, groovy, ayy

She wanna be in a sex movie

She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty

Niggas be broke as hell and ain't shit they could say to me

I'm gettin' baked as hell on zaza, sippin' gooey

I done spent five racks in Louis

I done spent six hunnid on my toolie

She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie

And the C-4, three four cooling

And the MAC-10 came with a cooler

We know you broke, who you fooling?

Her ass fat, but this bitch ass fuller

He a pro mag puller, ayy

I done dropped up out that school, I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller)

If I catch that boy on lack, I shoot like hooper (Shoot like hooper)

Shoot like, hooper

Shoot like hooper, ayy

Shoot like, bitch, ayy, go

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