Lethal Weapon Yatta (Ft. DexKrueger)

[Verse 1: DexKrueger]
Look, field trips, not in fifth grade, but I take those
Been on quite a few in my time, I plan to take more
Check the score, nobody on your side known to let it blow
But get up on the 'net and try to boast, you know how that shit go
Duck and roll, when I come through you better duck and roll
If you don't, it's consequences, you get your pumpkin scoped
Beef with me, more consequences, you get your cousin smoked
Who said I'm broke? Boy, that must've been a fuckin' joke
I don't go broke, I just hit the field and got me another loaf
And said I was done tryna pimp, went and found another ho
Went down for the bip, but I went and bopped another load
Two straps, dressed like Jehovah in front your mother door
It's treacherous, grab them super soakers and get to drenchin' shit
My nigga got them bodies, cold killer but never mentioned it
You let the bitch go 'cause she's a ho, but you still miss the bitch
Dick down your bitch throat and your bitch swallowed, I watched you kiss the bitch
Stupid lil' human
You know the main code and you still told, why you do it?
You see me, you keep it movin'
Free them innocent three who went down for that shootin', nigga

[Interlude: DexKrueger]
Ayy, look, man, I wasn't even gon' keep it lit, man
Ayy, look, I was gon' let you niggas breathe
I was gon' take my foot off you niggas' necks, man
But my niggas told me keep this shit rockin'
So I'ma keep this shit rockin' for my niggas, man
Ayy, look, look