"Hatchet" lyrics

Cemetery music

I don't need no Chrome Hearts, I don't need no Prada
I don't need a dollar, steady bitches gon' follow
Rappers hit the club and get extorted by these models
SESH stay in the house, we can DoorDash a bottle
If you want a problem, we can solve it, ain't a problem
I don't call this shit my Glock, call it my problem solver
Spinning like revolvers, spinnin' like some Forgiatos
Laying in my bed, mind darker than my shadow
Fighting with myself, I swear livings half the battle
Sometimes it's life or death, me? I prefer the latter
Skatin' thin ice, I hear a crack and lose my balance
This rap shit is easy but I'm workin' against the talent
I guess I'll make some loot while I'm here, keep it pushing
She say that she can handle me but took it like a rookie
Dealer pulled a 21, it's time to call my bookie
Dice hit my line and saying, "Got some plays cooking"
I know that it's a lot, I don't even gotta ask
I bet on me and mine, every time, til we ash
Deep dust mags with the limousine attached
Storm clouds rolling in, time to hit the ave
Yeah