[pre-chorus]
(woo-woo)
Yeah, they thought i was motherfuckin' pilgrim (damn, bih')
They thought i was motherfuckin' pilgrim (yeah)
Geeked up, member, top dog
Ran off on the nine, we popped off, and shoot a motherfucker
[chorus]
Uh, we just pulled up outside, gotta ball like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Yeah, why they like this sound? i fuck they eardrum (shh, shh)
Yeah, call me like a coin, i make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, i'ma pump (buck)
Fuckin' these twats up, uh (ha)
We been fuckin' these knots up, we done got these bands up
(ooh) make the money twerk like a motherfuckin' dancer
I can do whatever the fuck i want, i won't get cancelled
(ooh) why don't you join this army? you gon' serve these fuckin' bands (ah)
(ooh) don't tell me shit with what the fuck you ever can do
(ooh-ooh-ooh) you could show me books, and i'm gon' burn that shit up like a candle
Bitch, i'm front and center, yeah, julius randle
New york like the knicks, yeah, yeah i still got my shank, huh
Minigun on top of that blick (boop-boop-boop), sitting on that tank
And i still got my army, yeah, give a fuck what you think (think, yeah)
Yeah-yeah, i'm still a drug addict, still sippin' on mud, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most 'em don't even know we ceo, that's how i see it
All my members, suck my dick, take my mother—, pants off
You say you get this bread—, but you work at quiznos
[verse]
Real shit, that faux manager boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know was there
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
I'on feel a way, i cut them off easy
Yeah, i take that slice, i take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, swiss cheesy
Yeah, i'm jesus with these thorns, bitch, i'm still bleedin' (doo-doo-doo)
I was young when i seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)
They told me what to do and what to run (eh)
I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bitch, bitch)
I try to do what the fuck i do and run that back (run it back)
(awoo) they forgot i woo, like awoo, like a wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (awoo)
Yeah, you gettin' chewed, bitch, like some bubble gum that's run through (huh)
Top dog, big boy, i do my grunt (hrr)
No, we not no quarterbacks at all, but we gon' punt through (awoo)
Yeah, i fuck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know yeat the columbine member when he come through
They see seven on seven tied, i'ma teach you 'bout severance
They see i know bout turbans, 737 don't ban me
Lil' bitch baby, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in your bed and we passin' you the binky
Rolly-polly .308, that shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, i'm a geek soldier when i'm drinking
(huh, yeah, yeah, hol' up) hold your thought, shut the fuck up while i'm thinking
(huh, hol' up, hol' up, huh) big gun, big truck, pull up with the minky
(huh, yeah) watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking (sink)
Yeah, i cut you off like i'm blind, ain't no blinking (yeah, woo)
[pre-chorus]
(woo-woo)
Yeah, they thought i was motherfuckin' pilgrim (damn, bih')
They thought i was motherfuckin' pilgrim (yeah)
Geeked up, member, top dog
Ran off on the nine, we popped off, and shoot a motherfucker
[chorus]
Uh, we just pulled up outside, gotta ball like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Yeah, why they like this sound? i fuck they eardrum (shh, shh)
Yeah, call me like a coin, i make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, i'ma pump (buck)
Fuckin' these twats up, uh (ha)
We been fuckin' these knots up, we done got these bands up
(ooh) make the money twerk like a motherfuckin' dancer
I can do whatever the fuck i want, i won't get cancelled
(ooh) why don't you join this army? you gon' serve these fuckin' bands (ah)
(ooh) don't tell me shit with what the fuck you ever can do
(ooh-ooh-ooh) you could show me books, and i'm gon' burn that shit up like a candle
Bitch, i'm front and center, yeah, julius randle
New york like the knicks, yeah, yeah i still got my shank, huh
Minigun on top of that blick (boop-boop-boop), sitting on that tank
And i still got my army, yeah, give a fuck what you think (think, yeah)
Yeah-yeah, i'm still a drug addict, still sippin' on mud, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most 'em don't even know we ceo, that's how i see it
All my members, suck my dick, take my mother—, pants off
You say you get this bread—, but you work at quiznos