​cult lyrics

[Intro]
(Riothill)
(Where's n9ck?)

[Chorus: Bandanna$ain't]
Let go
I can go f*ck up a bag, huh
Run up a check lil' b*tch (Yeah)
My opps still broke, on they ass, huh
I know that they mad as sh*t
B$ain't cuffin' the baddest bih'
Brand new Glock, and it match with my fit (Yeah)
I'm back on my Opioids, lil' b*tch, but I still don't rock no Rick (Oh yeah)
Brand new Glock, for a new jacket
Y-You ain't got no Glock, why you fakin'?
I-I want your life, so I'm gon' take it
No love for that bih' and I won't fake it (Yeah, yeah)
You know B$ain't touchin' them stars (Yeah)
High as f*ck, I just came back from Mars (Woah)
Off the Xans, f*cked up off them bars (Yeah)
All black fur on my coat (No)
He one of my fans like a cult (Yeah)
You can catch me in the night lil' b*tch, I'ma hop out with a scope (Yeah)
I'ma-I'ma hop out with a fye lil' b*tch, I'm tryna catch 'em all (Yeah)
Still going up at the tippity top, it's kind of hard to fall (Let's go)
Oh, that's thе hoe that you said that you love, I'm gonna break hеr walls (Let's go)
She come around me, and she like, "Damn Saint, I'm tryna get high as ya"
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Stand on my money, I'm tall as sh*t
Bih' wanna play with my balls and sh*t
I wanna break that hoes walls and sh*t
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I push yo big body Tonka, b*tch
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b*tch don't f*ck with me the long way
Watch how I'm countin' up, thumbin' through rackie racks all day
I just went, bust down the cart', y-yeah
n*ggas tryna beef, f*ck it, ain't tryna solve that
She see me before I push her jaw back
I'm a real geek, n*gga, Perc' got me nauseous
n*gga wan' tweet on the net, watch him fall back