Cactus

Bad hazard, I’m a rat bastard
Aimin at your dawg like a fuckin dog catcher
Late to the party so I arrive wit a mask and duck-tape
These bitches know it finna be a blast in this tape
I’m killin everybody on the scene
Megan, Drake, Savage, what the fuck are y’all to me?
Fuck Elon Musk, I’m my own ghost-writer
I’ma see that bitch in hell like I’m Hasan Piker, yeah
Uh, and baby you’re fine
I’m just tryna make you mine
Can I get that overtime?
Bitch, I’m just tryna make you mine
I can’t get you out of my mind
Girl you got me ready to die
If it means you and I
Young Cyta Zoan, he don’t fuck with that shit
Find J Trump and w chop the cactus
Get your city out my fuckin atlas
Young Cyta Zoan, he don’t fuck with that shit
Cyta Zoan, h don’t fuck with that shit
Find J Trump and we ch-
Get your city out my fuckin atlas
Find J Trump… aight…