Guillotine
Head-gone
I'm talking greezy
I'm slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone
Atomic bomber ex-prima donna in Gucci colors
My queen, I'm as saucy as saunas in the Bahamas
People know when I want it I do it shit gets done
I drop bombs that rip necks from craniums
My firearms remove limbs from shady ones
I milly rock on any block,
Beast mode, I fucked around I got the beast sprung
Cakey sexting at your next, like some razor bum
Imported fruits can spit the truth since 1991
The shogun, demand respect from fucking everyone
Fresh clams and lobsters
Sea salt on pasta, body shots to chakras
Hold up, I had to double check my status
My name let you know I'm something savage