Knife Lyrics

(Hexstar)

I'm getting fried, yeah i'm tryna fight

Call up my brother, up pipe

Stop talking down, you get sniped

Go hit that boy with a knife

I'm tryna make this boy die

I'm tryna see that boy cry

I got Givenchy don't rock Number (N)ine

You talk to much shit when you in public

Diamonds all over my wrist, it look like a puddle

I don't even know this bitch and she ready to cuddle

Hold up, i don't even fuck on this bitch and i know bout her mother

But i don't even fuck with her brother

Yeah, i'm tryna send that boy under

Hold up, i'm tryna send that boy under, Yeah Yeah

Hit that bitch up she want cuddle, hold up

To that boy street that's up under, hold up

Ecstasy in me Rapunzel, hold up

Free thug, free thug, free YSL

Don't know my name you high as hell

I'm getting wise, yeah, look in your eyes

Yuh, he bet not try, Yuh he gonna die

Yuh, Rick Owens slides, yuh Rick Owens size

I got on them new Balenci' crocs

I'm getting fried, yeah i'm tryna fight

Call up my brother, up pipe

Stop talking down, you get sniped

Go hit that boy with a knife

I'm tryna make this boy die

I'm tryna see that boy cry

I got Givenchy don't rock Number (N)ine