PrivateFuneral - Kill Everyone!

{Intro}
Yeah, yeah, aye
Let me move my mic around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, aye (Yeah)

{Verse 1}
Look at the knife, I got blood in my hand
Ten feet below, but I'm buried in sand
I got to know why I don't even know why I'm walking around and I feel like the man
Walking around with a Glock in my pocket
I cock it, I aim it
I spray it, I name it
I number my list, and I'm taking a piss on my enemy grave
And I pour out my can
I got the money, I'm making more money
It ain't even funny
I'm making a list
I'm gonna pull up in town and pull out a bag full of cash
Ice out my wrist
Feelin' incredible, taking an edible, I am inevitablе
Thanos' a miss
I got the Prada, I got the Gucci, I got the Louis, and icе on my wrist

{Verse 2}
I got 20 rounds in my Bottega, leave me alone, aye
I got 40 women in my DM's on my phone, aye
You gotta quit gassing up these crackas like a bong, aye
Ima murder everyone who listens to my songs, aye
You got lots to say but you won't say it to my face, aye
Run up a check like a track race
Run on yo block like a 5K
I know you wait for your pay day
Everybody screamin' mayday
Right in my lap is an AK
Killing your father, killing your mother
Make a new track on the same day
Making this cash since the 8th grade
Murder this kid, it's a new case (I'm bout to make out with the mic)
Rope round' yo neck like a shoelace
Wearing a mask, got a new face
Got a new face for a new day
I do not care bout' what you say
I do not care bout' what you say

{Outro}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to get that off my-
Off my chest
Hold on, woah
Haha