Hatër (Geëk Pack Edition Bonus Track)

(الألبوم: 2 Alivë - 2022)

(Yeah) I came with the blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fucking lie (What?)
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fucking die (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (Yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't fucking with the mob, ah
Bitch, you broke, that wasn't me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job (Luh jump), ah
We gon' pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fucking spy (What?)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon
Fucking on your thot, she sucking dick, she bring the mail in (Go)

Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon
Riding 'round the city like a demon, like a villain
Bitch, I take these percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling
Riding in a double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling
Ooh, yeah, hey, walking in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up
We been up all day, I'm off adderall (Okay)
I just pulled up in a Lamb', no I'm not your friend (Fuck 'em)
Fucking on your thot, fucking on your friend (Fuck 'em)
I can't fuck with nobody that's not my best friend (Not my friend)
I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
Riding in a Bentley, riding in a turn
I can't fucking with nobody, I'm standing firm
I just took a percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane

(Yeah) I came with the blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't fuck with none of these lames, they all fucking lie (What?)
Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fucking die (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (Yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys
You ain't got no racks, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
You ain't got your swag, ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah
They some haters, they ain't fucking with the mob, ah
Bitch, you broke, that wasn't me, it's not my job, nah
All my money do a jump and do a job (Luh jump), ah
We gon' pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah
How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fucking spy (What?)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon
Fucking on your thot, she sucking dick, she bring the mail in (Go)