FBI ​void

[Intro]
(Gosha)
(Killheen are you mad?)

[Chorus: leg]
Okay, now call me undercover, bitch, I'm on my FBI shit
Missile launcher in my fucking pocket like I'm ISIS
GTA City, yeah, you know that's where my vice is
One full-auto clip is all I need to cause a crisis
Thermal scope informant, go and tell me where his eye is
Red beam on his body goin' determine when his life ends
Talking 'bout my money but you broke and you got no bands
Isolated in my fucking ice, I ain't got no friends

[Verse 1: packgod]
Okay, now call me undercover, bitch, I'm doin' my thang
And ho I'm blazing down yo block, I'm putting dirt on this paint
I took a detour on the e-way, bitch, I'm switchin' the lane
I'm gettin' money, little dummy, heard you still grabbin' chains (Yeah)
This shit a push start, pedal to the metal, then I go hard (Wait)
No cards, bitch just hit my line up for some Goyard (Hmm)
Go far, clocked 97 in a go-cart (Brr)
Blowhards, bitch, we strapped tighter than the Death Star (Let's go)
Yeah, bitch, we back at again
Boy, you can pray to any god, but you ain't making amends
And if you ask me who the prod I told 'em Gosha the man
I got a hundred fucking traumas and I'll live 'em again
Ayy ayy, and, bitch, I know that they don't like me
Burner on my back with a laser and a bright beam
For any fuckin' shitter tryna diss me in this rap scene
I'll have yo ass runnin' like a 30 in a PC