Lyrics
Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha
Choking up a fuckboy neck (yeah)
Ripping his eyes out the skull
Tell me who tryna flex next, bitch?
Seeing red like a wild bull
Coming in and taking your bitch (yeah)
Make that hoe split on my dick (yeah)
Hit that bitch, lickity split (yeah)
Young sweet Jones be the pimp (yeah)
Chopper, wanna get ya ass knocked off
Coming with the axe like a choctaw
Blowing big smoke like a rasta
Slicky, the fucking Don Dada
I can't keep my Glock tucked
Every day, bitch, holler bust
Insane, I done went nuts
Drain his blood out in a tub, bitch
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Switchblade comin' at your neck (yeah)
Watch how this white boy flex (yeah)
Glorify murder, what's next? (yeah)
Killin' spree? Uh-huh, check (yeah)
Boy got a couple damn screws loose
Codeine sittin' in my juice
Sittin' back, hollering out "Fuck you!"
Got an issue, fuck boy? Me too
Killin' everythin' in sight (yeah)
Killing myself? I just might (yeah)
Every time I go and get high (yeah)
Start seein' red in the sky
Bitch, I'm the devil in the flesh (yeah)
Devil got a new dress (yeah)
"Cutthroat" tatted on my neck
Fuck boy, what's next?
I can't keep my Glock tucked
Every day, bitch, holler bust
Insane, I done went nuts
Drain his blood out in a tub, bitch
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Bitch
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
Fuck who? Fuck you!
