Decoy Fukkit

[Intro]
Niggas really think I'm playing in this bitch, then we come through in the mothafucking [?] gang, nigga
Yeah, yeah, it's the motherfucking Fukkster in this bitch with another one, nigga
You know what the fuck is good man, I come through your hood and pshh pssssh pshh pshh pshh
Yeah shit got wet [?], nigga you know what the fuck it is man, [?] Fukkster, Fukk that, yah

[Verse 1]
Critique from the sideline
Living through your timeline
Spent 6 racks on a chain for some limelight
I ain't co-pilot
Nigga, you don't fly right
Snakes on the plane 'cause I'm close to the skyline
Know it's me when I walk in, the bad guy
Scar my face up and swear it's a satire
Mom at home, you still call from the landline
Bitch, I just blew up like landmine, sand flyin'
Put 2 K's in the Fukk, you get bloodshed
You and the twin at the top of your bunkbed
Got engaged to my sawed off with cut legs
Stand up guy when I blow back your tough act
If it's issues, then mediate contact
Immediately make you meet yo draw back
Got that semi, it's makin' full contact
Crack upon impact, noggin not in tact