"THE SCYTHE" lyrics

(I-I-I-I'm working on dying)

Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (I-I-I, yeah)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, uh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)

Highkey, I'm feisty, I come through way too icy (Brr)
The swag's off the charts so that's why they don't invite me (Damn)
Spike Lee, come make a movie, booty Nick at Nite me
This beef? Come and shoot it, I don't fuck with all that typing
I-I-I'm lit, you tryna act like you ain't hip
Now you better admit before I choose your nigga and send him a Lyft (Huh?)
I did it one time, I'ma do it again, like a hunnid percent (Okay)
'Cause bitch, I'm a pimp and I walk with a limp
And he worried 'bout rent and I worried 'bout rockin' designer
I admit it, I can't understand 'cause I'm better than them (I know right, the fuck?)
And I wish a bitch would (Ho)
But they don't never say that shit 'cause this bitch could (Huh?)
I fix my lips to pop some shit because it feel good (Yeah)
I'm ridin' pretty with some bitties twerkin' on my hood (Haha, oh, forget it)

Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)

Big whip filled with money, can't pull up (Woo)
Link lookin' like a Fruit Roll-Up (Damn, yeah, uh)
Mink and the color bipolar
White and pink Rolls Royce when I roll up (Yeah, uh, damn)
Lemon in my teeth and it's froze up
And I'm all up in the cat like Doja (Woo, yeah)
Bitch front get parked like Rosa (Woo-hoo)
Not Leah, I'm cut like cocoa (Yeah, uh)
I'm cut like Bruce-a, the Lee (Uh)
Baguette is all on my sleeve (Yeah)
Got rubies that fall to my knees (Uh)
They think it's spaghetti that's all on my tee (Right, yeah)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with T (Right, uh)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with D (Right, yeah)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me (Right, uh)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with we (Right, yeah, right, and-and-and—)

And I wish a bitch would (I wish, yeah, yeah)
We take from the rich and we give to ourselves (Yeah, yeah)
What's the point of me robbin' hood? (Yeah, yeah, damn)
Ultraground get the money, so give up the goods
I might have the stash in a new bank (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta keep the tool like I'm finna buy a new tank (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna fuck with The Scythe, but a bitch can't (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't like that lil' buddy, ya been lame

Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Uh-huh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Niggas tryna fuck with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)

Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all—
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all— (The-The-The-The Scythe)
Y'all niggas-y'all niggas-y'all— (Ah)