Exe

Walking through the catacombs, bitches try to tag along

.Exe up on your man if he act Microsoft

Macintosh, having thoughts

101 blunts and a glass of Voss

Want to chill, ask your boss

Hope that job is paying off

Cash, cash, cash, all I ****ing see is cash

Get cash, cash, cash, dollar signs when I ash

Spacebar, racecar, flip it like a face card

Like me 'til they see me, now they wanna play the race card

White in the night, drinking fire, smoking ice

Just a skinny white pimp named Bones, with the knife

No chain, no games, never catch me in the Range

If I catch you within range feel the reach of my blade

Feel it in your veins, feel it in your blood

Take you out the frame, put you in the mud

I'm the one to blame, 'cause you're the one that does

Put it on me, I don't mind feeling ****ed up