Bottom of the Bottom

Bitch i'm bout to pop up out this coffin

With 100 sticks

Each of them is silenced

And the clip it holds 100 tips

Saw em at the knees

If they really think that they running shit

I hate everybody you muhfuckas can suck a dick

Face tatted up with a scythe

Wanna fight?

Wanna die?

Got my glock

And i'm not aiming down the sights

Imma squeeze

And you bleed

Leave him leaking in the streets

Imma imma imma imma imma muder everything

Death to a fake bitch

There's no conversation

Grip em by the throat

Then put the blade up in they face quick

Hey kid

You should really know i fucking hate this

Acting like you love me

Then that pussy fucking lane switched

All you rappers pussy

And i put that on my mama

Imma send you to the bottom of the bottom

If it ain't about the commas

Ion want the fucking drama

You aint poppin how im poppin

Tell me get him then i got him

Yeah yeah

Got me fucked up bitch

Yeah i run this shit

Hollowtips packed up

In my gun lil bitch

Where you come from bitch

You aint shot no shit

I aint got no fucking vest up on the block lil bitch

I've been feeling crazy

Cause my mind won't let me sleep

I just pray for fucking peace

When i be rhyming on the beat

I'm about to fucking snap

And say fuck it leave him deceased

And if you understand me

Pussy then nod and tell me capeesh

Cause all these lil bitches

Wanna talk talk talk talk

You should turn around

And fucking walk walk walk walk

Dance around the problem

Yeah they waltz waltz waltz waltz

Cockin back the glock

And it go pop pop pop pop