You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on
My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom
Next thing you know things got out of hand
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
Than blam, it accidentally blasts out from my hand
Made it out naija with nothing in the bank
Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand
He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand
We can make more, make babies
Hand over the knife please
Bullets in ya hand bitch
Trip, and then you never snitch
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body
Whatever it takes to live and stand
I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand
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