Lyrics
(You and your friends are dead!)
1-2-4
Aye, 1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
Aye, 1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
(C-C-Cult Shit, You Stupid Bitch)
1-2-4
Aye, 1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
Aye, 1-2-4
1-2-4
1-2-4
Yeah, really Contaminated
Talkin' 'bout Green Flu
Cloggin' up my fucking arteries, can't even see right
(What ya is)
Real big dawg, yeah
Real Bile-Blooded, yeah
Niggas ain't on nothin', nah
They can get stomped, yeah
Really be stalkin'
Yeah I got Tanks, and Jockeys and Hunters
Yeah I got Witches, yeah I got Bitches
8-foot, 6-feet down in them ditches, yeah
Real big dawg, yeah
Real Bile-Blooded, yeah
Niggas ain't on nothin', nah
They can get stomped, yeah
Really be stalkin'
Yeah I got Tanks, and Jockeys and Hunters
Yeah I got Witches, yeah I got Bitches
8-foot, 6-feet down in them ditches, yeah
IV bag (hoe yeah)
Four to the grave (yessir)
Verde Flu (Fasho)
C-L-E made (yur yur)
I'm comin' for you (yes, you)
Got a hunger for brains (mmmm)
I don't sip out two, that bile too thick
Need four of them thangs (1-2-4)
And if you in range
I run through yo stomach like I'm Roman Reigns
My niggas crash out when it's nothing to gain
You will not find no blue in my veins
I feel like the only one true to the game
'Cause I do not do this for lucrative gain
Call me 4 Flacco, I'm movin' them chains
These niggas be finished but who is to blame?
Maybe they OGs
Maybe they idols
Niggas be having some fragile emotions but carrying rifles
I do not care 'bout no competition
I don't care 'bout no rivals
These niggas consumers on Apple Music
I be rockin' with Tidal
(Rocking with Tidal, bitch I am the wave)
But fuck all that streaming, they not tryna pay
I'm one of them ones, I'm not riding no wave
It's OTY on my attire today
You striking out, I threw a slider away
Get turned to a zombie, you dying today
Contamination, yeah my body engraved
That 124 is the timing today
Real big dawg, yeah
Real Bile-Blooded, yeah
Niggas ain't on nothin', nah
They can get stomped, yeah
Really be stalkin'
Yeah I got Tanks, and Jockeys and Hunters
Yeah I got Witches, yeah I got Bitches
8-foot, 6-feet down in them ditches, yeah
Real big dawg, yeah
Real Bile-Blooded, yeah
Niggas ain't on nothin', nah
They can get stomped, yeah
Really be stalkin'
Yeah I got Tanks, and Jockeys and Hunters
Yeah I got Witches, yeah I got Bitches
8-foot, 6-feet down in them ditches, yeah
(8-foot, 6-feet down in that dirt)
(1-2-4, yeah)
(8-foot, 6-feet down in that dirt)
(1-2-4, 1-2-4)
(I don't like you, uh, uh)
(Let's go)