Superstitous

[Intro] [distorted 808 bass, eerie piano motif, sharp snare] Real niggas gon' keep it real (for real) And for you fake niggas, well, fuck that's what you pretend to be If it's smoke, get your chest poked or face tapped, that's where you end up being All that smiling in my face to 'bout my back, that means you a friend of me [Verse 1] [aggressive male vocals] Pull up in a Phantom Ghost, why bitch? I claim no nigga energy All white Benz and a body like Fergielicious I got those dark ghosts and superstitions I give one death wish before I flicked it Like, you want that extend-o FN or the switches? Bitches plotting, I'm from the Apple but it's rotten And these bitches plotting, trying to stick you for your riches Mr. Nice Watch got packed up for a riches She got a man, still got the number, I fucked your bitch in a sleazy summer You want the fame, Aaron a plumber, ready to rumble like Afro Thunder Rolling blunts, my wood like lumber [Verse 2] [fast-paced delivery] Block busting, start dumping, start running, no tripping Niggas dying, they shot, they dead, go missing Like what? What he say? Okay, go get 'em Me and bro be shivering guns, we spitting poles like superstition [Verse 3] [aggressive female vocals enter] I got 'em knocking wood, make 'em superstitious I got 'em over here like seven years of bad luck, ha When I broke the dishes, when they broke the mirror I get vicious, I make 'em cut their wrist, ha Yeah, go wrist this, the black cat energy gonna cross your path again, bitch You better go, better go cry, better call on that God up in the sky, I mean That false one, don't give me no wishes Yeah, you know that me and the homie come to fuckin' vicious And we got 'em over here throwing salt over their shoulders We got 'em over here praying to the God up in the sky for mercy there Make 'em superstitious, count the rosary beads Bitch, you know that I am malicious, I'm militia, I'm vicious And I'm becoming with the motherfucking black cat energy, yeah Don't cross my path, don't cross me, bitch, I'm [Verse 4] [whispered female vocals] I'm a make 'em break the mirrors, seven years of bad luck, ha Here you go, bitch, I'll grant your wishes You want to pray to the God up in the sky, well that's false The false one, I am the real one, I am the goddess You know what's up, you know what's up [Outro] [piano motif fades, heavy 808 distortion]