STARRCADE 97 (feat. DATPIFFMAFIA)

What the fu—

One eye open like a cyclops

Ran out of work, hit the trap spot

.44 tucked in the boot

Hash oil all in the coupe

I ain't got a coupe

(Hahaha hahahahahaha!)

You should know better

I'm almost outta sauce with it

Bitch, I'm almost outta sauce

I can't take a loss

Fuck Hugo, I'm a boss

I got the juice (Yeah)

City on my back (On my back), like it's a noose

You been stealin' swag, I don't approve

I been in my bag, I got the truth

Rollie on my arm, but not like you (Yee)

You gon' end up dead (What), out on the news, yeah

'Cause you're a Moor (Great!)

Fightin' these demons and gods

'Cause you're a Moor

(Oh, I see it

Yeah, where the rappers at?)

Yeah

I can't pay no taxes

I ain't paying no taxes

I can't pay my taxes

Fuck these taxes, mane

Fuck, fuck these—

Still— all night

Double park the PT Cruiser

I am feelin' like the Ruler

On the beat I am the bruiser

I just a star, gon' run it up, ooh

I am just sayin' I swag on 'em, ooh

I had to bring out that bag on 'em, ooh

But I know that didn't make no sense

But I make dollars, I don't make no cents, uh

Rip something real quick for the **** on the westside!

Ayy, you hear the beat, my ****?

Bunch of motherfuckers hatin', ayy

I ain't here for debatin', uh

I am so hot when I'm whippin', uh

**** be thinkin' I'm Cajun, uh

—you **** played

These motherfuckers been plottin' for days

But I swear that the bitch—

All that money been spent

Real **** tryna pay the rent

(Ayy, I didn't think it was gonna be so weird

Spinnin' dice, spittin' in the middle of the suburbs with white people and shit)

(Are you ready?)

DJ Snitch Bitch in the mix