Undertaker Lyrics

(I know you fucking lying)

(AyeAye, Yeah)

I just can't get off they neck

Can't do it for clout no time for the flex

Chasing a bag get the racks where it's at

You niggas be off and I put that on set

You bitches be goofy that's why Ion trust no hoe

You niggas be switching that's why I move solo

Shooter pull up with them sticks like it's polo

Bullets they hit ya he moving in slow-mo

Filling my lungs with this gas

That money like percs I'm addicted to cash

Nigga test me I bet he don't pass

I know she gon' fuck so I don't gotta ask

Kill her shit break her back like some glass

Know I'm hard bitch I feel like a cast

Niggas mad cause they going out sad

Do 'em bad bitch I'm still on they ass

Youn like what I said we can hit 'bout it

Getting to them racks and you can't do shit 'bout it

Free my la' brother my la' niggas get rowdy

Crack a seal pour a pint I'ma get drowsy

In the club turn me up like a pep rally

Rolling Capones I be smoking on good 'xotic

Said youn fuck with me bitch Ion care 'bout it

Can't get no love from me fuck what you said bout it

I'm on fire like hibachi

Heating up in this bitch like a Taki

Can't fuck with a snake so I don't rock Versace

They told me be humble they say I'm too cocky

Dirty sprite this bitch darker than Bobby

4 in a wood know I'm feeling like Holly

I ain't going I'm clutching a rocket

Take one of mine then it's body for body on gang

I just can't get off they neck

Can't do it for clout no time for the flex

Chasing a bag get the racks where it's at

You niggas be off and I put that on set

You bitches be goofy that's why Ion trust no hoe

You niggas be switching that's why I move solo

Shooter pull up with them sticks like it's polo

Bullets they hit ya he moving in slow-mo

Filling my lungs with this gas

That money like percs I'm addicted to cash

Nigga test me I bet he don't pass

I know she gon' fuck so I don't gotta ask

Kill her shit break her back like some glass

Know I'm hard bitch I feel like a cast

Niggas mad cause they going out sad

Do 'em bad bitch I'm still on they ass

I need you to hate I can't hate on myself

And I can't let 'em breathe shi' they can't take a breath

I'm all the way up at the top of the shelf

Give a fuck what they say no I don't Ion care

And I ain't got no time for these bitches

I might let 'em fuck but I don't do no kissing

He lost in his words then he might end up missing

How I'm dealing with pain? Rolling blunts of that sticky

No guitar bitch I rock and I roll

My hittas don't strip they just come with a pole

I'm hot too hot like the top of the stove

Faded too much could've ran off the road

I done came 'cross a bag I'm a money maker

If he trip then he RIP we the Undertaker

Bring the smack down bitch cause I'm too raw

Going hard on they ass cause they too soft

I just can't get off they neck

Can't do it for clout no time for the flex

Chasing a bag get the racks where it's at

You niggas be off and I put that on set

You bitches be goofy that's why Ion trust no hoe

You niggas be switching that's why I move solo

Shooter pull up with them sticks like it's polo

Bullets they hit ya he moving in slow-mo

Filling my lungs with this gas

That money like percs I'm addicted to cash

Nigga test me I bet he don't pass

I know she gon' fuck so I don't gotta ask

Kill her shit break her back like some glass

Know I'm hard bitch I feel like a cast

Niggas mad cause they going out sad

Do 'em bad bitch I'm still on they ass (On they ass)

(AyeAye yeah yeah)

(I know you fucking lying)