BANSHEE

Go apeshit, I'm a banshee

Hold aces, you can't catch me

(Run up at your crib, and I spray that MAC) Go apeshit I'm a banshee

Hold aces, you can't catch me

Run up at your crib, and I spray that MAC

Run to the bank, and I take that bag

I'm really grillin' in this bitch, you think I ain't that gas

Ay, I'm a self-made boy, Billy Gates that ass (15)

He ain't take that back

So we 'gon break through the backdoor and rob all his shit

Know my fire work, ho, we 'gon pop at his shit

On that hiker sort of timin', I'm on top of this shit

Always talk that shit, think you on that shit?

Thermal scope, bitch, think you hot and shit?

Half your age, and I still bought all that shit

It's still "fuck the police", but I cop that shit

Y'all cant touch me, I was only fifteen, and controllin' these flows like im Ab-Soul, huh

Thought it was the see, just the cash flow

I was steady makin' all that green, let the grass grow, huh (Yeah)

Yellow Red, in the flesh, spaz so much

I got on a beat, and I make the stand blow up (Woah)

Smokin' caterpillar, the whole fam roll up

Bitches think they be the shit, but they assholes, huh, huh

(Bitch) I'm on that repo

Shot 'em through the back, like a free throw

Chief Keef, run up on that boy and faneto

Hit this straight up to my fins, off that Nemo

I do not need no team just to be dope

I do not need no hoe for the ego, huh

New ring straight from Puerto Rico, uh-huh

Ric Flair, flyer than a eagle, uh-huh (RING)

Pop that bitch

Pop that bitch

Pop that bitch

Pop that bitch

(Go apeshit, I'm a banshee) Pop that bitch

(Hold aces, you can't catch me) Pop that bitch

(Go apeshit, I'm a banshee) Pop that bitch

(Hold aces, you can't catch me) Ay, ay

I always beat the odds like Craig did Deebo

The way I kill these beats, man it should be illegal

The one numero-uno, it ain't no sequel

Half man, half machine, I'm (ha) really the cheat code