dedd barchetta

Mic check, one-two, one-two

It's pronounced "Bar-chetta"

Chetta, not "shay," you fucking dumbass (oh, my God)

Chetta!

Sniff up, uh (aye)

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

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 vendet'

That Smith & Wesson go together, like two birds of a fea'

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

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

Fuck-fuck-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 thee hoe, I eat your soul, bye, bitch

I'm on the run (hah)

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 motherfuckin' tokin'

Crash a 47 Boeing to the motherfuckin' 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 you off ya toes and out ya motherfuckin' trunks

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

Cut 'em up and stack 'em nice, don't got 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