There Will Be Blood

Who you know work like this And admit it I don’t give no fucks
Got em on time with the blitz on Faulk in a minute run em up
Stuck in the mud be a pup
You a gup
Ain’t knowing no crux
Time is a bitch and I only busts nuts in her butt so what
So what MF
Muze to the Sikk
Bitch I’m used to the shit
I been doing this a min
I don’t fuck with you
Young Wit a hung dick
Swum in her
Ocean
Talk a lotta shit but you don’t know you
Don’t know you so you know so few
Thought about it
Didn’t even try
Boohoo
Boohoo
Boohoo
MF
Boohoo
Imma prolly make a hunned milly offa deal
I don’t give fucks
Conor MacGregor
I’m light as feather
And balance is a must
Indy Heat Records
I’m sorta umm
On shit
You don’t know me
I’m going off top
I don’t wanna get it myself
Blah blah
Sitting back
Real men straighten up
Big stacks to the top
Suma cum laude imma money luminary
Slop tops sideways so legendary
Steep Mf hill
Better get ready
Muze Sikk spits on a clock like fuck it
High top heels on a the devil in the bucket
I want more comma in my checks than a Hindu
Bricks been laid you a fool for the sinew
Ughh