StarBuczRemix

[Verse 1: Sunshine Christo]
Hoes acting and lying about a nigga life
Antisocial niggas, they ain't ever outside
They trying to text, but never come out and try to fight
For this ass whopping I'll be crossing state lines
Chilling in VC's and GC's trying to plot on me
These niggas don't know I murder to the first degree
Come with your wallet, I'ma go and collect money
Empty pockets, Goddamn, these niggas really broke
How you work a nine to five, but you rap about ice?
To even buy that watch would take a year of your life
I ain't need to kill, 'cause Dmitri is my shooter
Little Russian boy that be shooting on computers
Fifteen years old and he's toting heavy guns
Hit a jugg on some bums, we do that just for fun
Vain just moved into a brand new house
You can't shoot, because you don't even know how
Fake kicking phonies, these niggas Kung Pow
I ain't worried about the future, I'm worried about now
Fuck-niggas always trying to put me in the clouds
I heard that there's niggas who are trying to steal my sound
Of course he wants beef, he weighs three hundred pounds
Just bought a new gun, this shit hold fifty rounds
Playing on the drums, but I'm not in a band
Not trying to beef, I'm just trying to make some bands

[Verse 2: $wipeBanditGøth]
Granny just caught me crying, I just got a nine to five
Back of the kitchen, graveyard, I been washing dishes
Little ese stupid shady and he trying to cross me
I can see the snake in they face, boy, these niggas so phony
Telling all them lies, making fake accounts, nigga, just to kill me
Poobah, pussy-ass nigga ain't never see the end of the road
Really shady, I'm worried about a fat booty bitch like Flora
Slide or die, ain't looking at my eyes, she probably looking at my shoes
Yeah, I was nice, but she finna meet the real dude
I can't even cry, Veronica done made my heart froze
Have you ever been at the end of the road with nowhere to go?
And there's nowhere to run, the stupid bitch, she can't get me
Know she can't have nothing, come in with that snow
Pull up to that Macy's, know I'm Tommy shopping
Oh, poobah, little boy, you just a window shopper
These niggas really want me dead, they want to rob me for my shirts
Just pulled up in that caddy, got to thank my grandma

[Outro: Sunshine Christo]
Hoes acting and lying about a nigga life
Antisocial niggas, they ain't ever outside
They trying to text, but never come out and try to fight
For this ass whopping I'll be crossing state lines
Chilling in VC's and GC's trying to plot on me
These niggas don't know I murder to the first degree
Come with your wallet, I'ma go and collect money