Dedd Barchetta

Mic check, one-two, one-two

It's pronounced Bar-chetta

Chetta, not chey you fucking dumbass (Oh my god)

Chetta!

Just packed 50 fuckin' oppies in my Dedd Barchetta (Ha)

Cut 'em up and stack 'em nice, don't get no blood on the legs

Ain't tryna talk, just want the jaw because the head far great (Fuck)

You tote the 45, 'spose we goin' to war time mate

Yo, why you testin'? Here's a lesson, I go V for Vendetta

That Smith and Wesson go together like two birds of a feather

You try go play round with that pole, you spin around it like tether

They flyin' both sides, know there ain't no joy and no pleasure

Fuck ya goals guy, motherfuck ya cosign bitch (Cosign bitch)

Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch

David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin' scythes bitch

Act like Crona with these hoes, I eat your soul, bye bitch

I'm on the run (Ha)

Tell 'em Jimmy's comin' with lil Janey

Don't enrage or piss her off you know that Janey got a motherfuckin' gun

I get fendi-floatin' when I'm mothafuckin' tokin'

Crash a 47 Boeing to the mothafuckin' sun

How I rock, can not talk wit ya bro

Hate the pigs and the po', I'ma chokehold that motherfucker Trump

Throwin' rocks, throwing stones at your home

Get too close, I'ma knock u off ya toes out ya motherfuckin' trunks

Just packed 50 fuckin' oppies in my Dedd Barchetta (Ha)

Cut 'em up and stack 'em nice, don't get no blood on the legs

Ain't tryna talk, just want the jaw because the head far great (Fuck)

You tote the 45, 'spose we goin' to war time mate