Ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah, Kenny!)
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot, and that's on God
I ain't playin' 'bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job
If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Woah, Kenny!)
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot, and that's on God
I ain't playin' 'bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job
If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K
Jesus is the one
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga
Free Palestine, free Tay-K
This the trap game Abraham Lincoln
Four score and 16 bars ago
R.I.P. Betty White
She ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's comin' up
(Woah, Kenny!)
[Verse]
Ayy, lil' bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, still late on my bills, nigga
Your bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch, these some rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got canceled 'cause white folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe
Nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealin' money from these bitches
I'm hittin' licks year 'round like it's Christmas, I got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious
I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses
[Bridge]
Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
I'ma dip my balls into some thousand island dressin'
Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested
Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy
Cause I got depression
Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fuckin' lesson
Nigga, I got depression
[Outro]
Ayy, shout-out mental illness, shout-out mental illness
Dude, if you've got a mental illness
Like, fuckin' turn up, dude, like, seriously, dude
Like, whatever the fuck you got goin' on, dude
Fuckin', you're medicated, you're not medicated, dude
Like, seriously, fuckin', bro, I put my fuckin'
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos
And made this nigga bitch suck the dust off the tip
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy (Woah, Kenny!)
Fena, ty si radšej chválite Boha, alebo Ia Shoot, a to je na Boha
Aj nehrám, bout svojho Pána a Spasiteľa, som na prácu
Ak nie ste kresťan, ja vás bodne do tváre
Ak to nie je 'bout Ježiš, som ťa zasiahol s týmto k
Ježiš je ten
Peklo jo, chváliť Ježiša Krista, nigga
ZADARMO Palestína, Free Tay-K
Táto pasca hra Abraham Lincoln
Štyri skóre a 16 barov
R.I.P. Betty biela
Ona nie je mŕtvy, ale keď zomrie, pretože viem, že je to comin '
(WOAH, KENNY!)
[Verš]
Ayy, Lil 'Bitch, ako si gon' kurva na skutočnom niggu?
Jo, som Gettin 'platený, ešte neskoro na mojich účtoch, nigga
Vaša suka na mojom postieľke, nechal som ju nabíjať iPhone
Spýtal sa ma, či tieto diamanty, nah, suka, tieto kamienky
ArmPit Musty, Reeboks Dusty
Moja show sa zrušila, pretože mi neveria bieli ľudia
Teraz som v stričskom klube s lepidlom na dne mojej topánky
Nigga, to, čo robím
Ayy, som ukradol peniaze z týchto sučiek
Som Hittin 'Licks Rok' ROUT LIKE VIACECH VIACOV
Beriem kondóm vypnutý a opitý moja matica, je to chutné
Chcem dostať bič a havarovať ho do bielych podnikov
[Most]
Ayy, Ayy, Nah, držať, mám tento háčik
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
[Chorus]
Ima mi ponorte moje loptičky do niektorých tisíc ostrovovcov
Pretože mám depresiu
Vyhnite sa mojej daniam, potom som zatknutý
Pretože mám depresiu
IA ROB MY MAMA A IA STUPNITE TROKU NA STROJE NA STROJE
Pretože mám depresiu
Každý vie, nigga, musíte sa naučiť svoje kurva
Nigga, mám depresiu
[OUTRO]
Ayy, Shout-Out Duševné choroby, Shout-Out Duševné choroby
Vole, ak máte duševnú chorobu
Ako, kurva, vole, vole, ako, vážne, vole
Ako, čokoľvek kurva máte ísť na, vole
Fuckin ', si medikovaný, nie ste liek, vole
Ako, vážne, kurva, bro, dal som svoje kurva '
Dal som si péro do vrecka doritos
A urobil túto nigga fena cicať prach z hrot