

Prompt / Lyrics
Money is the root of all evil riding with tha choppa in a 86 regalI I'm so fuckin high I'm up here flyin with the eagles I ain't even try and I'm the choice of the people I'm the motha fuckin man I'll show you how to get it Yea I'm poppin rubber bands Out here Sellin fuckin midget im movin fuckin kilos You Sellin by the digits I'm hangin with the amigos Y'all out here fightin over bitches Chillin with the robbers banging with the killas You callin crime stoppers but they ain't Neva gunna get us Im standin on top y'all way down at the bottom They comin for my spot better know they got a problem hustle non stop stackin money like a column send ya fuckin dogs won't be no question bout who shot em You don't know what it's like to take a fuckin life I see an opps face in my dreams every night I hear em fuckin scream as they beggin for they life I just point the beam and kill a dead man twice I got artillery in the backseat I treat all y'all haters equal First time around I'm bussin off with the deagal Spin the block twice yea I'm double tappin people They scatter like mice poppin bubbles with a needle and when I say needle means fifty cal desert eagle. I'm out here throwing crumbs to you busta ass seagulls You out here bumpin gums bitch ass howling like a beagle I smoke em by the carton I don't even fuckin cough be mindful of what you startin Get ya cap blown off I keep a Mac in my lap and that motha fucker racked when I'm riding I be dirty in the motha fuckin lack I heard it from a birdie you a motha fuckin rat I'm more than purty surely thats a motha fuckin fact you out here playin dirty gunna get ya layed flat
Tags
edm, rock, metal, vocaloid
2:08
No
1/2/2026