[Chorus: Dilly Dope Natas]
Fuck boy you make me sick to my stomach
Fuck boy you make me sick to my stomach
Run your fucking shit, I want nothing but them hundreds

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Stomp a n***as face in, yeah we break chins
Smear a whole lotta blood on your apron
Pussy I dont make friends, I just hate him
Beat him with the bat, till his back break in
Gimmie all the x and pills, life is extra ill
Killed everybody, ain’t no one left to kill
I just wanna catch a drill
Yeah catch a kill
Blood on the floor, looking like ketchup spilled

[verse 2: Dilly Dope Natas]
Watch your face plant into the ground
I dont protest bitch
I’m trying to start a riot in this crowd
The fucking end is now, its time to get this out
Lets go get Donald, and burn his mother fucking housе down
Liver looking good, I don’t know why I like the flеsh
I put a big wide hole right through your fucking chest
Im a mess and depressed, lexapro on my dresser
I got no serotonin and no fucking common sense
[Chorus: Dilly Dope Natas]
Fuck boy you make me sick to my stomach
Fuck boy you make me sick to my stomach
Run your fucking shit, I want nothing but them hundreds