imma kill myself before you get the chance

Imma kill myself before you get the chance

Got a 9 and a zip stuffed up in my pants

You can try me if you want to but you finna get fucked up

I'm the back breaking bad with my dawgs muhfucka

Shhh, I don't like when you talk

Matter fact I don't like myself so I can't even talk

Sorry bout that had to get that shit off of my chest

Put you down like a dog at the vet

All these rappers see my presence as a threat

But on some real shit I ain't even trying yet

Grabbing the game by the neck ring it out til there's nothing left

Pistol grip the glick and put two hallows in its chest

Imma whip the shit out this whip away

Pedal to the metal

We gon fly up out this bitch ain't getting caught today

Make it out of this shit okay

Ain't nobody finna look cause ain't nobody give a fuck about you mane

I'm just posted by my lonesome

Saw that boy was talking hot told him we can go son

Walk up on his homies with this pocket knife and poke him

He ain't even fight back knew that boy was no fun

Pew pew

Imma hit you with this old gun

Hot up in the chamber little bitch you can hold one

My bitch said you a bitch, guess it take one to know one

Do her like the blunt smoke, I hit it then I ghost her

Yeah, My chopper barking like it's Cerberus

Ain't nobody like me so I know you never heard of this

24-7 in the dungeon I been working bitch

Smoked out with the fucking Glock tight pistol grip