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Okay, huh, yeah, uh-huh, okay (Kami!)
Like what, what, what, what, what the fuck did you say?
This choppa got a kick like Rock Lee, it might open inner gates
We stacking bodies up like Lego bricks and snap you in yo' place
We breaking bones in half, they had to fill you up with metal plates
Drop a rack up on his head, had my shooter to mummify him
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Raiden, the lightning it get to striking
Or maybe even like Thor, Ragnarok, I'ma start a riot
I go Super Mario on yo' bitch how I get to piping
I ain't lying
Make up any award and bitch I'll be winning it
I'm diving in that pussy, Skippyjon Jones, I slid in it
Talking silly on the net, I wanna know what yo' incentive is
'Cause if you really wanna scrap it out, I'm ripping off appendages
Rip off ya neck, you know where to go
I get to the light in the night like a pope
My bitch is evil, Danny Phantom, I'm ghost
I'm putting this dick on her lips, then I go
I feel like I'm Kendrick, I hold the control
Grade A weed, it made the honor roll
If he talk on the drop, it's like I'm on a roll
Blowing Doja Cat, nigga, say it ain't so
Making that pussy pop
Brand new whip and it's push to start
Nobody touch me, don't care who you are
I'm rapping too fast for the people who aren't
Uh, I'm painting her face, it's art
A Glock on my waist, you don't wanna get smart
I spray like graffiti, that's how you get marked
The laser hit the bullseye, it's a dart
Wait, uh, wait, uh
I feel like grabbing on ass today
How many dollars you ask to make?
I'm making this money the faster way
Yeah, bitch
Doing this shit 'til I pass away
I'm on my own like a castaway
I get some bread, I don't pass the plate
I got some bread, I don't pass the plate
That boy fell off, that boy passed the date
Think I might carry a MAC today
I'm jerking the stick like I masturbate
I gotta go faster, wait, wait
Shoutout KiD KAMi and Fukkit
They killin' the beat 'til I grab it and fuck it
That fuck boy fuck and she suck him up
I'm grabbing this stick, then it's bye-bye
Know he mad that I don't fight-fight
Wavin' my dick and your main bitch wide-eyed
He say that he hit? I got cabbage
I keep me a blunt, like my name Hugh Jackman
Lil' bitch, it's young Brokie, I got a huge ass
And I stay with your bitch 'cause that ho got action
That boy is a lick and I'm takin' his fashion
And I got rocks on my fist
Man, I feel like NBA, boy
I got pounds in this bitch
I got rounds in this bitch
Aiming shots on KARMAMB, we in town for your clique
Kami just pulled out the MAC today
How much are you gonna catch today?
New fit, new drip, new stick
Like who bitch I'ma snatch up today?
We beat up the beat, you knowin' who did it
Who at the top? Well, I know who isn't
Dance on the beat to ease to the beat
She easy to freak, I'm going to kill her
Yeah, and I'm out of my mental as of late
Today is not my dying day, but you won't have to wait lo
Choppas feel like chainsaws
Strappin' from a payphone
All my fans is dead inside, the shows look like Days Gone
Hold the Blick and evaporate anybody in my way
Fuck, LX been up at the top of the game
Look at the ceiling, I'm stuck, what?
Marked the witness, so they dropped the case
Walked into court, covered in blood
Like puss, how I'm all in the cut
One verse and they repping for lunch
Send a threat, but it's all bluff
Holding heat, but you won't squeeze
All your friends got you gassed up
Don't know who the fuck you really wanna be
Blow his brains, now he's on a tee for the world to see
No, I don't fuck up when I see one
Fuck around with those big guns
Put a pussy rapper in his place
Claustrophobic, I need space
Heard you broke, I can't relate
All these bitches that need saved
I ain't coming back with a cape
Pussy boy gonna run up my block, ho
I'll pack you like a cod with a bitch yeah I'm awful
Yeah, I'll hit a bitch fuck ya bitch
I'll crush yo ass like a waffle
I can't take her then I drop
Indeed I'm with the shits thank you for being thoughtful
Indeed I hit yo bitch and I knew it was wrong though
My bitch got beef with everyone lets get it on hoe!
I'd rather twerk it bitch and you can get it on show
You don't have enough for your rent
Pull up on jet the bass be hittin'
So they know it's me in that black Corvette
Arsx the name to get in your head
And make sure you never forget
'Cause I'm in that bih like some ovaries
And I'm supposedly goated, go ask ya lil' friends, ha
Mismatch, the way I spray I'm prayin' this choppa hitting with no kickback
If you hear somebody say I'm posted, that mean get back
Everybody talking out they neck 'til they got whiplash
I might fuck your ho, and I'll (Uh, uh)
Get yo' bitch back, check, check
D-D-Diamond my neck and it's flooded
I fucked that bitch in the back of the Bentley or something
I push it, I'm clutching, I gunning
I'm making a movie on top of yo' bitch on her stomach
That money is up and it's running
I'm making this shit like a chef, way I'm cooking it
How do they say they don't like me? I love it, bitch
Excuse me? I don't think I heard them right
Niggas wanna be gang, but bitch out when it's time to earn their stripes
You don't know what it's like to suit up
Pop up in the dark at night
All black for the fit, with it blacked out, steppin' I'm black Nikes
Better get right, better get right, or get left
Boy, they invest in a vest when these niggas be aiming at heads
They not aiming for chests
Bitch, I'm not fighting with nobody, run up on me and I put that lil' nigga to rest
I just called 19 shots of an android
These bullets what they gon' hand the boy
I don't think they understand the boy
But fuck it, nigga I got bands to get
Really be son-ing these niggas (Hmm)
Tell a boy to get off my dick
Eight the type to stay out the mix
Eight be quiet, but he tote that Blick
Boy, don't try 'til you make that list
I ain't gon' lie, shit ridiculous
Glocky on me and my finger been ticklish
It got a itchy itch, I'm a short nigga, but promise I'll never stoop down to your littleness
'Cause you a little bitch, short me, and little you is a big difference
I killed a racist nigga, his name Nicholas
Niggas on fuckery, let me get villainous (Fuck)
Hippie nigga, but I gets bitches
This nigga dissing, send a death sentence
Dead nigga swisher, this a Blick, Tristan
Never seen it, now yo' fucking shit missing
And yo' wish wrist slitted, death message
Get sent to you kids, Tristan, get splitted
Ever since we slid bitch you been missing
Never seen a scary nigga get bitches
I get silly with the chop, uh
I pull up reckless with the TEC
That bitch gon' lean 'em like some Wock
We holding AK's like guitars, lil' bitch
And that's just how we rock
My bitch be looking like a star
Way they be bouncing on my cock
Choppa gon' send that boy soul up, uh
Poppin' that boy like some soda
Killin' these niggas just meeting my quota
We hold weight, bitch, it's over, uh
Shane gaang shit I'm a soldier, uh
Whippin' the Blick out the holster
I bring the heat like a muh'fuckin' toaster
I'm flexed up, it's in the name, uh, keep that shit ingrained
He gon' pull up with the gang, and I won't stop 'til no remain
I'm toting shit you can't explain, uh
You capping what you gain
I'll say it once, these niggas lame
You talking tough, then that's yo' brain, bitch
H-Hop on stage and show the blick and then the venue stop the show
Clowns, they ain't stopping shit 'cause my lil' drum gon' rock and roll
Crowd flipping like a gymnast, I see hoes on top of hoes
Whole team get to kickin' shit, we shoot like we don't got no goal
Get my bag and dip in, that's quicker than that food, you got to go
Not a pimp, but I got smack and white girl that gotta go
Secret agents servin' packs to all the opps, we got the lo
Have him lace it, lay the trap we catch them high and put them low
I don't say hi, and no hellos
Bring the pole, send them flyin', I call mine the holy ghost
Shitty flow, need some paper, I call him Cornholio
Say they horny, I say, "hoe we know"
Talking all that shit, but when I pack y'all staying hushed
If he talk about my name, we cut his throat until he gushed
Cooking funk up outta bitch but I would rather if she touched
Tryna reach into my pocket
While she grab that shit my clutch
Aim for your brain that shit gon' splatter
What the fuck you mean it don't matter?
To kill his brothers know death happens
I don't like talking they doing that chatter
Bitch don't let it smoke I got drums like a bongo
Look behind you the bullets gon' conco
Make your dreams better, light up the condo
You don't know gold but I stack it like pronto
I'm 5'6 so I'm burning his soul
Call of duty came with the scope
And I face you the bullets they show
Just know why you can call me your hope?
Fetch from the end of the magazine not talking news but I'm talking 'bout my little beam
Blue red light and they lucky it's being good they're running away, they feel it, they coming for steam
I can't trust a soul, you humans make me fucking nauseous
Capping bought my come up, your pathetic and you lost it
Xan's got my vision clouded like Altaria
Pope always geeked like Dennis, no Zakaria
I make these jits anemic like malaria
Pin off the semtex clear the fucking area
You won't survive if you ain't coming proper
I tear out yo' eyes like Satou Matsuzaka
His bitch on my dick, there's no way he can stop her
His ass got eliminated by my chopper
You won't pull a steak or a blade
Boy, yo' legal name is Sammy, I'ma piss on yo' grave
Smack the shit out yo' whole family
I tie her up like a braid
I hit it raw, then she take plan B
Alt' bitches love me like Glaive
No basic hoes can understand me