[Intro]
I have to kill you now
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Ran off with your Js, huh, I got quick feet (Get 'em shit)
Ammo' by the boatload, I could make your ship sink (Grrah)
Had mud inside a solo before I was fifteen (Fifteen, fifteen)
My big brother in that Stolo, cutting up, he shifty, ooh, ooh
Went from Reeboks to some Nike stompers, ooh (Stomps)
In the club, throwing bags on a bitch, Domergue (Come here)
Bitch, get off a line like Ndamukong Suh
That new AP stay on time, you would think I got two (I got two)
Bitch, I'm goin' long, fuck a coach (Fuck 'em)
This ho hit her knees worse than Derrick Rose (Boom)
Flood the pint with shit you could only buy in Buffalo (Yeah)
I get to them bills, top of the key I'm trailblazing, shit, I'm next to Patrick Mills (Shut up)
I could whip some shit up in that pot, a lab rat in that field (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm first-hand touching mills, but I can't feed you Patrick meals
'Cause them is Patrick fuckin' meals, if that was me, would pop that pill (On God)
Dishing ointment every night 'cause half the bros gon' itch to kill (Itch to kill, he itchin', itchin')
My scorer went from scoring to his death
Went from hanging plaques up to Aaron Hernandez (Shit)
Twin 'bout to blow, you a creeper, off them Roxys, boy, I'm floating, Dua Lipa (Lipa)
I could do a liter before I do twenty jumping jacks, yeah
Junkies jumping crack, yeah
Fruit flavor backwood, apple jack
That boy snaked your momma, how could you claim him after that?
Turned a nerd to a shooter, you don't wanna see the aftermath
Matter fact, pushing weight on top weight, that's a matter fact (Matter fact)
Cartier glare, feel like I got cataracts, shit (I can't see)
I'll whoop a rapper ass, I'on battle rap
Discipline in the '60s, half of these rappers getting paddle assed, yeah
I have to kill you now
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Ran off with your Js, huh, I got quick feet (Get 'em shit)
Ammo' by the boatload, I could make your ship sink (Grrah)
Had mud inside a solo before I was fifteen (Fifteen, fifteen)
My big brother in that Stolo, cutting up, he shifty, ooh, ooh
Went from Reeboks to some Nike stompers, ooh (Stomps)
In the club, throwing bags on a bitch, Domergue (Come here)
Bitch, get off a line like Ndamukong Suh
That new AP stay on time, you would think I got two (I got two)
Bitch, I'm goin' long, fuck a coach (Fuck 'em)
This ho hit her knees worse than Derrick Rose (Boom)
Flood the pint with shit you could only buy in Buffalo (Yeah)
I get to them bills, top of the key I'm trailblazing, shit, I'm next to Patrick Mills (Shut up)
I could whip some shit up in that pot, a lab rat in that field (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm first-hand touching mills, but I can't feed you Patrick meals
'Cause them is Patrick fuckin' meals, if that was me, would pop that pill (On God)
Dishing ointment every night 'cause half the bros gon' itch to kill (Itch to kill, he itchin', itchin')
My scorer went from scoring to his death
Went from hanging plaques up to Aaron Hernandez (Shit)
Twin 'bout to blow, you a creeper, off them Roxys, boy, I'm floating, Dua Lipa (Lipa)
I could do a liter before I do twenty jumping jacks, yeah
Junkies jumping crack, yeah
Fruit flavor backwood, apple jack
That boy snaked your momma, how could you claim him after that?
Turned a nerd to a shooter, you don't wanna see the aftermath
Matter fact, pushing weight on top weight, that's a matter fact (Matter fact)
Cartier glare, feel like I got cataracts, shit (I can't see)
I'll whoop a rapper ass, I'on battle rap
Discipline in the '60s, half of these rappers getting paddle assed, yeah
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