Luigi's Mansion

Ayy, bitch, ayy, go
Real murder worth shit (Ayy, bitch, ayy)
Bitch, how the fuck am I rockin'? (Go, ayy)
I stay too deep in that C-4 'Matic, strapped up with them sticks (With them sticks, bitch)
Too deep in that C-4 'Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, go)

Too deep in that C-4 'Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, bitch)
Bro, try say "It's smoke with us", then lil' bro pulled off quick (Ayy)
I just woke 'em up, America screaming 5.56 (Bitch)
ARP and .223 and turn 'em to bits (Huh?)
Mr. he ain't that, he ain't that and he ain't this (Nigga)
Mr. Met By Chance, she just wanna suck my dick (Bitch, ayy)
I done smoke yo' whole advance, spent the racks in sacks fifth (Uh)
I got money, bitch, I'm lit and I drop hits (And I drop hits)
Everything on me a thousand and my kits (And my kits)
She wanna fuck on me 'cause she know that I'm it (She know I'm it)
Bitch, I'm the it factor, bullet his daddy in his head, now he a bastard
I just fucked his itch up on a Louis Mattress (Ayy)
I'm talking double C, and double G on me, I'm active (Ayy)
I'm talking Perc' 30 on my ass, now, I can't balance (Now, I can't balance)
I'm talking about real murder, worst shit done made it global (Bitch)
I'm on a king bed, used to shoot at all my locals (All my locals, nigga)
Now the bad bitches on the 'gram, got me on they Roku (Me on they Roku, nigga)
I done got rich as fuck, spent 300 on soul food (On soul food)
That boy sad as hell, nigga, stick to rapping on Pro Tools (He on Pro Tools)
I be sliding on all my opps, bitch, I'm a pro with the tool
I'm talking bout, get groovy, she wanna' be in a sex movie (Ayy, sex movie)
She tryna' let me hit and grab her fake booty
Niggas broke as hell, and it ain't shit that they could say to me (Nigga)
I'm getting baked as hell on ZaZa, spitting gooey