[Intro]
[Verse: Lorde Fredd33]
Watch your [mouth boy]. this ain't Harry Potter
Couple of 'em gotta hairy twotter, not the 70's
Eye feel like Ryan Leslie, the recipe eye double check
Three f** in the Republic, that's a double Czech
Should get paid to get hated, on another check
Baphomet in my alphabet; an alpha
Fresh out that shower, that powder
Cowards they scower the earth for an ounce of the power
Lorde of my land so your plans get devoured
These heffers so bitter your milk's prolly sour
Remember the days when life was so simple?
These pigeons mental; these b**hes, these b**hes?
Sad that they cryin' wolf, point at coyote
Damn near unholy, Lorde, oh Lorde!
Eye point one back, you get clapped me so sorry
Leave em all holy, Lorde, oh Lorde!
A smorgasbord of force for sure
Your hate is heavy, my love weighs more
I'll just ignore until y'all get bored
And eye don;t know what's worst
How bad does it hurt my lady?
My dear, hell yea
[Chorus: Lorde Fredd33]
Squad sh**, God sh**?
Squad sh**, God sh**
No time for the gossip
n***as out here tryna profit, stop it
n***a, do we have a problem?
Yea eye thought so, prolly not b**h
Squad sh** Squad sh**
You know, God sh** God sh**