FIYAAA!

Yea Gasoline tank Now your stomach hurt from the shit you drank Drank Drank FIYAAA Yea abs on fire Yea abs on fire light yo ass up Liar Liar bitch now yo pants on FIYAA Pistol 360s round my finger and i press THOOT THOOT THOOT FIYAAA Red bandana round my head ultimate fighter 20 30 ab shots to grow some balls Abs on FIYAAA This shit'll Light a flame under your ass Got you running marathons Meep meep Until you crash I'm a mad scientist i make mad tracks Mix em all together Make bombs and i thank the comrade You have no business here i am the puppeteer All strings attached to my ear i'll tell you what i hear 2021 Mr.Cruz is Best Of The Year I'm a crazy person i do crazy things like write my bars when my head full of bricks Call it Writer's Block I punch through and you stick Bloody knuckles Watch you struggle and take a sip Of my tea and take a seat Cross one leg over the other You take a peak You ask how did you get over the wall with all that barbed wire I said bitch i am BOOM FIYAAA Black stripes under your eyes you feel like Rambo Took out a whole brigade all on his own Machine gun loaded with bullets that'll leave a whole That a mole can crawl through Gnawing on your soul And that's how most of you feel when you see your numbers fall Money to Streams Ooh such a tragic loss Big bright eyes Your heartbeat fast as your eyeballs As if your grandpa had been chased down by a chainsaw You lack endurance You're not in it for the long haul One night full of alcohol The money comes in and at first you're in aw Until it starts exposing all your flaws Yea Fast as FIYAAA Yeaaa I catch that muthafuckin I catch that muthafuckin grenade like a ball FIYAAA We chew it and spit it out Run up in yo house Yea i run into your house Yeaaa We shoot and we don't care We different