(Donnie Katana)

Tell that bitch, "Fuck you!"
Oh, shit, go die
Bad bitch, she sucking dick
And now she all up on my line
I don't trust you, fake friends telling lies
Like (Ayy, yeah, ayy), why you always playing?
Gotta cut off all my ties

I'm pulling up in my letterman
Bad little bitch, she so heaven-sent
Got a strap and you temptin' it (Ayy, yeah)
Got that guap make that cheddar spin
I get the bag, and I get again
Tell me, who is you better than?
Making racks on my sentences
That's why I'm feeling excellent

Tell that bitch, "Fuck you!"
Oh, shit, go die
Bad bitch, she sucking dick
And now she all up on my line
I don't trust you, fake friends telling lies
Like, why you always playing? (Ayy)
Gotta cut off all my ties

I said, "Boy, I make that blocka rock"
You talk a lot, this nina make your body drop
Mix soda with the quality wok (Ayy, yeah)
My bitch in love with molly rock
Spend fifteen on the Fendi, Prada
You ain't running up on nada
Bounce that shit like Kaytranada
Bend it over like a comma
Shawty let me bend her, no fender
Her boyfriend mad, he got temper
No heater under my sweater
So knock him out like McGregor
We on that 9-1-1, no reno, uh
Defcon five, no kino, uh
Brand new Benz, no repo
Why they looking through the peephole?

Yeah, like, I'm with 1nonly, yeah, we came for the blue strips
Fuck boy really want beef with this ruth chris
Ruthless, covered in hundreds, yeah, that's the blueprint (Ayy, hold up)
Shawty said she love me, but I know that she is judas

Tell that bitch, "Fuck you!"
Oh, shit, go die
Bad bitch, she sucking dick
And now she all up on my line
I don't trust you, fake friends telling lies
Like, why you always playing?
Gotta cut off all my ties
Tell that bitch, "Fuck you!"
Oh, shit, go die
Bad bitch, she sucking dick
And now she all up on my line
I don't trust you, fake friends telling lies
Like, why you always playing?
Gotta cut off all my ties
Bitch!

The world is yours