Detox The Kid, Hunit Stackz — iTachi

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Woah, God, God, oh my God, my God

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Woah, a real nigga join the Akatsuki

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Aye, a real nigga join the Akatsuki

Itachi, I might catch a body

Or I’ll even join the Akatsuki

My trapper is jumping like body

I drip with the water, Kisame

I skrt in that new Maserati

My girl feel so good like molly

I love when she give me that sloppy

Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi

Fuck a black girl because I rocking Versace

Medusa head on me like Illuminati

The guy got some beat on the molly

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

I rocking shark like I’m moving

But nah, bro

I do not copy

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

I came up a model all in this bitch

So all nobody can stop me

I fuck her she screaming out «papi»

Our bedroom look like a lobby

That na thought he was the shit, boy

Introduce you to my nigga, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Woah, a real nigga join the Akatsuki

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Aye, a real nigga join the Akatsuki

We them nas in the Leaf

The village hidden in the streets

You ain’t gang, you a leech

You ain’t gang, you a leech

I’m cutting dope in the bathroom

My sink look like a beach

My bitch bad with the leggings on

Pussy print like a peach

Itachi, Itachi

We start to send you niggas some copies

Itachi, Itachi,

We started this thing, you niggas Kakashi

Hunit Stackz on the mad, hoe

Pulling strings like a banjo

Itachi, Itachi

They mad that they not me

My main bitch, like SZA

My side bitch, like Collie

Itachi, Itachi

I’m saucy, I’m cocky

I’m guarding my own lane

And nothing can stop me

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Woah, A real nigga join the Akatsuki

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

Itachi, Itachi, Itachi, Itachi

A real nigga might catch a body

A real nigga join the Akatsuki

A real nigga might catch a body

Aye, A real nigga join the Akatsuki