Sherlock Holmes Lyrics

Yeah

Bitch you ain't right

Huh

And I'm not wrong

I've never made you choose

Cuz you always played along

Glock 19

Red dot makes you crawl

Dark forest vibes

Feels like Jason avenged his moma

Machete cuts you down

Told that bitch to loose her brah

No you won't come far Huh

No we don't leave scars

Put this bitch in rotation

Nah this ain't no fucking fidget

Nah we smoking on no midgets

Rappers pulling up like bitches

Make 'em hit that low street (fat-fah-fah)

And I'm getting even richer

Put that boy on concrete

Knock his teeth out like a dentist

Yeah

Bitch you ain't right

Huh

And I'm not wrong

I've never made you choose

Cuz you always played along

Glock 19

Red dot makes you crawl

Dark forest vibes

Feels like Jason avenged his moma

Creepin' up slowly like I only use hands

Say ma name three times no Boogie the man

I don't take sorrys I only revenge

Sippin' on red wine but I'm not a French

I don't need rubbers I'm filling up bags

Six rounds in gun look like made for revenge

If she gon' cheat I might shoot up her ass

Nah I'll better be taking that cash

Yeah

Bitch you ain't right

Huh

And I'm not wrong

I've never made you choose

Cuz you always played along

Glock 19

Red dot makes you crawl

Dark forest vibes

Feels like Jason avenged his moma

Often accused

But never condemned

Moral of story

Don't show you're a thief

Better be ready to show them some grief

Wether be ready or they settle your peace

Story is ending so get on your knees

Credits rush down but you only see three

Felix and Felix the first one repeats

Writer of the book

The one that is pleased

All of you bitches can step in my pee

Cuz you'll never be able to get what I fiend

I'd rather be dead than sharing my meal

With your jealous ass

You won't get a piece

You earn respect but not on the streets

Your little ass with sharks in the sea

Watch your mouth I won't repeat

Watch your mouth I won't repeat

Yeah yeah yeah

I'm on that trippy shit

I'm on that take your bitch

I'm on gonna hurt you shit

Won't leave a breadcrumb shit

Hurt you bitch with my d shit

Nah nah

You better be conscious shit

Yeah

Creepin' up slowly like I only use hands

Say ma name three times no Boogie the man

I don't take sorrys I only revenge

Sippin' on red wine but I'm not a French

I don't need rubbers I'm filling up bags

Six rounds in gun look like made for revenge

If she gon' cheat I might shoot up her ass

Nah I'll better be taking that cash

Yeah

Bitch you ain't right

Huh

And I'm not wrong

I've never made you choose

Cuz you always played along

Glock 19

Red dot makes you crawl

Dark forest vibes

Feels like Jason avenged his moma

Machete cuts you down

Told that bitch to loose her brah

No you won't come far Huh

No we don't leave scars

Put this bitch in rotation

Nah this ain't no fucking fidget

Nah we smoking on no midgets

Rappers pulling up like bitches

They pullin' up like bitches

All these rappers be cappin

Yeah they pullin' up like bitches

Y'all there bitches is fake

Fake ass motherfucker