WITCHER E

Cleanest motherfucker in the room, bitch, I stand Out. I work for what I got, I don't Need no handout. Speaking out of line, you be Leaving with a man down. I don't fuck with No one 'cause I'm really in my bag now. Two-door whip with your bitch. You all know what it is. No, I ain't worried 'bout shit. All about my money, yeah, I'm tryna get rich. Count my money like Benzos, staring face like I'm Kratos. Lo-loading up the jet, then I fly to Barbados. Switch addition, now haters, I bust my Shots and I lay 'em. Dining with your bitch, We eating steak and potatoes. Now, okay, I really am the man. I'm busy making moves and you doing what you Can, okay. I'm sticking to the plan. Fuck bitches, make hits, new whips, and make bands, Okay. I-I-I make my own rules. Ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I'm year-old news. If you in my path, you better just move 'cause I'm coming with a stick and it's aiming At you, okay. No one can keep my pace. Always wear a mask, no face, no case. Picking up the shells, I ain't leaving no trace. Thinking you the shit, you're a waste of space, Okay. Chillin' in my temple like a shogun. Talking 'bout your choppers, we all know that you Don't own one. Chillin' in my pond down the Lilies with a pill gun. Patrona in my hip, Head up like a runner. Don't much liquor, can't function. All I wanna smoke, strapped up like, "Fuck it." 'Bout to crash a whip, I'm rich, don't want It. Bullets from the stick and I hit like Conduit. You still living in the limelight. Send a pussy off in a life flight. Better stay out of my eyesight. Pull up on a opp, knock him out like It's fight night. I don't fuck with shit, I Don't trust no bitch. I'm a grown-ass man, I Can't fuck with no kids. Stay the fuck from Me, won't answer if you call me. I'm busy making moves, I'm out here making money, Okay. I be feeling like an animal. Eating every beat I touch like a cannibal. When I walk inside the club, you better let Them candles blow. I'm looking for a problem, I Don't ever been rational. Cleanest motherfucker in The room, bitch, stand out. Work for what I got, I don't need no Handout. Speaking out of line, you be leaving with A man down. I don't fuck with no one 'cause I'm really in my bag now. Two-door whip with your bitch. You all know what it is. No, I ain't worried 'bout shit. All about my money, yeah, I'm tryna get rich. Tryna get rich.