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Yeah

Ayy

Bdd bop bop bop

Bdd bop bop bop

Blaw

Bop Bop

Blaw

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

Done

I would say that you in debt to me, huh

But fuck that shit, bitch you dead to me

This a eulogy, this an effigy

Fuck your whole family, I’ma pop you like a Kennedy

You should call me pops, cuz I fathered you and blessed my seed

Funny how your best friends, can make the worst enemies

Flex and squeeze, like you really wanna come and test my steez

But long as I’m alive, you second place at best the letter B

If you still got beef, I suggest your bitch ass, let it be

Top dollar ammo, in my magazine, you’ll get for free

Like a death decree, enforced with force, a source of messagery

A sorcerer with full course recipes that’ll make you rest in peace

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

This that sage, known for burning sage, 'bout to turn the page

Ain’t no evil in my presence, you peasants best earn your wage

You’s a one trick pony, that can barely work a stage

On my dick, cuz you phony, bitch ass niggaz hurt my brain, my brain hurt

I been Abel, like The Weeknd since the birth of Cain

And keep more dope lines, then niggaz out here serving ‘Caine

Follow me down to Hell let’s make a bet, who’s the first in pain

The first to burst in flames, pray to God, then curse his name, damn it

My game so tight, I could swerve the rain

I was made for flight, letting my rubber burn that lane

I was raised on light, act like you heard my name

Young Lucifer, bigger than Jupiter plus I be coming with gas and murdering lames

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

This that hoodoo

This that voodoo

Bad juju

This that funk

This that Nina

This that heater

This that we can pop the trunk

This that killer

Death dealer

None realer

Ain’t no punk

This that spirit

Best to fear it

Don’t come near it

Or ya done

Done