Lyrics:
Y'all just writing it on paper I make 3d Raps
I Kill verses like Thanos when they see me snap
Last album for the ladies - yo u see these stats?
How
how you gon' lose yo' life 33 shots Scottie Pippen,
Only killin' off a perk when he sober, he be chillin
Kill that man, then his wife Give a fuck, kill
hurt by smiling, gurl
I am telling everybody Imma dance , for sure !
Mmm Uh Yo Matsi Imma do my own
Yeah they think I'd fall in picadi
Imma do my scream
no flee
Then I land in yo b
Red skin demon I kill it no fee
And Let Georgie run free
Imma GOD And You See Me In Yo Rear View
Quick Hurry Up And Think
mother fucker
They don't respect shit anymore, man, I'm tryin' to tell you!
Yo, I don't give a fuck!
You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!
Kill
means Malcolm X to the game of thrones
My gangsta petty don’t try me boi, Kill yo self in a dream NIGGA’S
Freddie Kreuger with a ruger piece, it’s hard
Get yo ass beat by a white boy in all pink
Yeah I'm eating ass, mouth prolly smell like shit
And I'm blowing gas, and I will fuck yo bitch
And I will
on the grill
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I Keep It Thoro nigga
Yo let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
Why niggas bullshit on the grill
Yo... just because I want to it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill
And just because she looks good it don't mean
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
done died by the gun
Aye
How you gon tell me you a real one
When them hittas started sliding you ain't kill nun
Aye
That's why I gotta let them feel sum
rovers, silencers and flash lights
Coming at me side ways, betta get yo fuckin' posture right
Y'all niggaz mistaken, thankin' y'all can play us like
slid through
Without an intro, yo Ron, it can't be!
Wise guest-starring me!
Can it be, we both got hit, gods legendary!
He a general, he survived
kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so
Chorus
Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see
forreal
OPEN the gate for me Bill
Sippin on lean watch it spill
Closin the case and its sealed
Fuckin yo bitch Emmett Till
Don't give a fuck how you feel
question me yeah, you know i'm down to ride
I been right here from the start you should know I'm by yo side (by yo side)
(My phone finna die through yeah oh
still need they straps to ride
Killin for murder up and down the block, with them color coded 100 spokes
And if they try ta jack me, I'm gone kill
five
Yo, I'm deep in these cold slums, stuck, froze, numb
I was fucked from jump, still truckin' like what
Picture me, bitch, about the tone of my skin
Shit
This shit sound like some
Shit
From the ‘99 to the 2000s Type shit
Ya heard me
Kill
What you think kill that’s hard?
I’m bout to ride this bitch
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin'
see me don't speak
Stay in yo' lane you don't want it get deep
Should of came with a Butler like Miami Heat
I'm on demand when I'm ready to eat
(I'm
up with yo love but you won't feel me 'til I'm gone ('til I'm gone)
Or maybe you just scared to love (yeah, yeah)
Or maybe you been broken by so many,
one step
One round at a time
Might take yo life if you disrespect me
Step outta line
New Apple watch, Siri told me
"Y'all fresh outta time"
Tupac
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