Uncle Malachi - Undertaker (feat. Maleek & Xa Sauce)

4 Figures, bet the hitman'll take you under
PR80 on the runts, bitch I'm blowing thunder
Scratching up the dishes, catch me in the kitchen like a plumber
Catch me in a presidential while you're in a Hummer
It's 2022 and you broke?
Nigga that's a bummer
Looking like a cheese neck the way I'm smacking heads
Bet you if they shoot the party up then I'm acting dead
When he turned his back, blow him down
Bitch I'm packing lead
2017 I was down, bitch I'm back ahead
100k or dinner with Jay Z?
Took the racks instead
Stuck his hand out at the scrimmage but I tapped his head
I can fuck his bitch for 30 hours when I'm off the meds
Prada on the leather jacket looking like the Undertaker
Gave the lil bitch back to dog, I don't wanna take her
Got a chopper louder than a bitch, it's a thunder maker
Pop up on a nigga out the dark, like the Undertaker
Aw shit, I think you did that
I just hit doggie with some shit that peeled his skin back
Got into it with my bitch because I punched her kid back
I be in the trap for so long, you would've thought that's where I lived at
Pour some red in my cup, I'm the real Dirty Dan
Bro hit a bitch off his moves, he got a sturdy dance
Niggas still rapping, broke as fuck, that's your third advance
Niggas think they a rock star, pop percs and xans
I can tell you ain't got no drip by your shirt and pants
Pants drip off the shirt, I'm Mr. Put It On
Them niggas always want something, ain't wanna put me on
Quit the cussing, I can tell you ain't with it just by your tone
Oh you upping your Benjis, well boy you better have your pole
Oh you upping your Benjis, well boy you better have a stick on you
Looking like a homosexual, I put a dick on him
How the fuck he 21, he looking like the big homie
Have my shooter drop you for some percs, I put a script on him
Have my shooter drop you for some shoes, he wanted Rick Owens
This nigga jumped at me and I flinched, I had a bitch moment
Man, you gotta call the Glock a Nintendo, I put a switch on it
Fuck with me at 10, shooters hit you by 11:30
On the way to the 10, I just popped 11 30's
I just hit 10 shots from half court, I'm Stephen Curry
I just fucked a bitch but I'm ashamed 'cause she was fat and dirty
Keeping up with me, you need to keep up with your car note
You say that's your bitch, well let me scan her by the barcode
I'm finna end the song, but I need like one more bar though
I'm a hot head but can't help it that my heart cold

Written by:
Malachi Patterson

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