Lyrics:

They say 'X just a city bitch,' ya feel me?
Haha, but it's not even gon' be that bad
I just been chillin', bruh
Yeah, so (Murk)

Rap rigorous, ace the plate, killin' shit
Pace is bright, villainous, filling the plate
Pissing all over your pussy pedestal, skeptical, little edibles
Spread 'em, then I'ma wet 'em, forget 'em, I'll never let 'em, regret 'em
No scope, they scatter, coke flow like batter
Blood drain like batteries, all you niggas is calories
Get burned, this finger, your bitch squirm
I'm rigorous, just learn, you niggas should take turns
I pop that pussy like an Adderall
Niggas will act as if they powerful, but got they backs against the wall
I never give in on my niggas, get bigger, my nigga, and pass the stretcher
Part of the reason I focus on livin' this second and pass the pressure
Mister, Mister, get ya coke slang, like
This is like Mike Vick, I'm vicious and misfit
Don't fit like fitness, so fit, but, bitch, shit
Get dissed, on fleek shit, my wrists so slit, bitch
My dick might get wet, shit like ass-crack
Critics might split quick, but slow to fight back
Niggas in Chiraq, shootin' like Iraq
Debt to Jah's soldiers, bust your kneecaps
I came to murder you niggas, no need to fight back
No need to fight back
No need to fight back, yeah
Turn me off, yeah