Lyrics:
to finesse on
Sweet talkin' this opp ho, got the drop from this lil' redbone
He gon' think with his dick so send a bitch who got the best dome
Bitch, tie
out-to-date
Cocked the Drac', niggas ain't talkin' crazy, bitch, but I'm prepared
Three-fifty online, not from mine, I'm still the type to go pop a Xan'
Drop
quickly, yo, the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month,
the paramedics
I wanna approach him (we different)
Sometimes we rock the ski mask
I ain't coachin' but I'ma shoot it too like Steve Nash
Opps QB, tell the bros
sleepy up in here
Them loads coming in by the vacuum seal
Gutta b*tch she let me f*ck her from the rear
So much pain in me I can’t shed a tear
You gonna
niggas doing selling poison to you're own people
How you say I love him then you sell the nigga the wrong needle
When I drop parole model I was buzzing
that sound so ethereal
Mask on pop out like Mysterio and get you got by a dude you don't barely know
I can sail on the chart you're a weak week I strip
of a cliff
And being swept off by a breeze that's too swift.
I'm thinking about counting to ten
when they put that gas mask over your head.
I'm thinking
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
shit isn't real
Dyin' for some new music, then it drops for a week
Judgin' everybody's work over first-week sales
Then a month goes by, my, look
a drop
These rap Urkels around 'em, I rap circles, so stop
I'm surgical with the Glocks, the black bourbon with Shots
Pooh Shiesty mask, black
Look, I don't know why
Niggas be acting like they don't see us do this shit solid by the grime
Fresh out not a 2.2
But i came up bruised ,just turned
Somebody might sketch us, bitch up and drop dime
And don't forget to take the drugs and the buy money
And jack the car with the plates, save your ma money
drop your act
Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats
That's Macho Insecurity
[chorus]
Why do you want people to be so afraid of you?
Why
unspeakable joy
Given by my Messiah
I'll never stop, drop, and roll
I love it
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
I'm on fire for You
I'm on fire
and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no
hide, I'm still outside
You must can't see
Make sure I score, my Glock two-three
Uh, ski mask and a beanie
Ayy, drop, C4, streets really need it
That day,
proportion
I'm extraordinary you are extra ordinary
Try to drop a weight on my shoulders but still got more to carry
These fuckboys asking me to pass
Verse 1 (Ill Bill)
I'm the creep in the mask, snapped of disease from the lab
I chop my enemies in half wit guillotines and laugh
I speak
on
Top of the situation obligated to get ya now ya learn
Then chopper bullets really be burnin' just comin' the
Top dog of the game bangin' body's I drop
glock
from makin these niggas lay
drop yourself takin these bitches off to my stash spot
and when I step damn fool betta watch yaself
'cause walkin
Shot's fired in fury shells making them gangstas boogie
Boogie man with a new mask and hoodie
New protocol to stop your credits prematurely
Surly you knew
it low
Rubbers bands Being thrown
Flooded out cash flow
Pull up to the scene in a black ski mask
Whats there to ask if the tag labeled Raf
Rubber band
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