Lyrics: Jacob Anderson/Antone Mondane
Music: Jacob Anderson/Antone Mondane
I'ma finish you
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick a horse when he's down
Mother****er, I'ma bury you
Go type it up, I'll light you up, won't piss on flames to put you out
I'ma bury you
Is it you? Is it me? Is it true? Let me see, is it you?
Mother****er, I'ma bury you
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick a horse when he's down
Mother****er, I'ma
Crunch time
Let it be said, you a punchline
You tryna get ahead on the lunch line
I'm tryna get some head in the lunch line
Can't hear what you said, make it dundam
I'ma play dead 'til the gun sound
I be seein' red 'til I come down
Oh, you been misled, pulled a rug out
Okay, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Look at the stupid shit, look like you fumbled it
Gimme that, run with it, gimme that, double it (what is that?)
Gimme that (what is that?), Gimme that
Discussions of violence, I sat there in silence
I made a decision to call off the soldiers and stop their assignments
And focus on turning the giants
Oh, while I got the floor, I gotta set this straight
Ain't nothin' like revenge, I'm 'bout to clean my plate
I'm Ballmer señorita, how the **** you say?
¿Cómo se dice? I'm about to catch a ****in' case
I'ma finish you (ain't no ****in' with that)
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick a horse when he's down
Mother****er, I'ma bury you (ooh, watch out!)
Go type it up, I'll light you up, won't piss on flames to put you out
I'ma bury you
Is it you? Is it me? Is it true? Let me see, is it you?
Mother****er, I'ma bury you (ooh-wee)
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick
A horse when he's down (drip, drip)
Mother****er, I'ma
Supercalifragilistic-drippy-alidocious (woo)
Baby breath is halitosis (woo), just made too many mimosas
Won't be bitin' on my horses, Rolls-Royce split the water, Moses (hey)
Drivin' through the rain, focused (hey), hopin' all my haters notice
Ain't no cloudy days around my way (no way), we gettin' paid
On a Palmer Louie tee, Lamborghini lemonade
People be lazy, it's funny, it's brazy, they
Family console 'em and make it okay (no way)
Really that's pitiful and it is critical
That you know you and the bum is identical
Might put an X on your man, I'm a synonym
Most of these rappers, my son cut umbilical
Joker the Riddler, a part of the ridicule
Hop out the Batmobile, burnin' the dipper fuel (ayy, ayy)
She want the drippin', well, it's the expense
For the way that I'm livin', okay (okay)
Sauce gon' be playin' and layin' and stayin'
With women not willin' to pay (pay)
Y'all make the minimum wage (wage)
Get off your ass and get on your hustle
Or else you takin' up space (space)
You last place in the race (race)
Too much cheese for me not to chase
Won't catch me hungry, not a plate
We just went PJ out of state
305, Sauce, I don't make mistakes
I'ma finish you (ooh-wee, finish)
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick a horse when he's down (shit)
Mother****er, I'ma bury you (R.I.P.)
Go type it up, I'll light you up, won't piss on flames to put you out
I'ma bury you (ooh-wee)
Is it you? Is it me? Is it true? Let me see, is it you? (Is it? Shit)
Mother****er, I'ma bury you (drip)
Don't care if you ain't supposed to kick a horse when he's down (is a)
Mother****er, I'ma