Neon Street Rat

All my haters are dead

I talk to their ghosts but I leave them on read

I don't know what they said

I leave 'em like carti that's a whole lotta red

And I swear that he bled, smoked like a cartridge, we come for the head and we'll leave him a mess

I swear that we blessed and we come for the check, like is there anything left?

That shit is Yucki's

Please do not touch it

You can call me Cam Newton cause always outta pocket

You can call me Cam Newton cause always outta pocket

Full stop, you can't stop it

Bag on your on head let me make a deposit