[Verse 1: Ransom]
It’s no escaping when I cause disaster, lord and master
Force of rapture, I’ll assault a rapper, just a heartless slacker
I’ll carve and stab ya in the soft cadaver, Boston crab ya
Torch and drag ya, Ransom’s the rapping version of Marvin Hagler (Woo!)
The bars I plaster may be causing asthma, what’s all the laughter? (What?)
I shoot him, his mama mourning the morning after
My drama’s with all the actors, y’all don’t deserve me
I’m an orphan bastard, y’all know my jersey hang in all the rafters
I’m off the practice like I’m Allen I, don’t got an alibi
You had to die, now it’s no more drama like Mary Blige
I strategize, cross my T’s and then I black my I’s
So when the shrapnel flies, it’ll cross your tees when you bat your eyes
Don’t act surprised, send your dogs in, I’ma euthanize them
Sit a noose beside him, he’ll hang himself with a boot inside him (Woah)
A size 12 exactly, you failed to ask me
If you play them stupid games, you’ll be guaranteed to win stupid prizes
[Verse 2: Lou from Paradise]
Yeah, and man these losers lyin'
We could run it back, they'll lose again, that's how I do reminding
I’ve been in the Coupe reclining, laughing at what you been signing
Iller flow, my shit been killing goats like I’m the Chupacabra
Fuckin' fangirls looking forward to when I do a sonnet
Making dreams come true like Make-A-Wish Foundation, you just dying
I take it too far like foreign Uber drivers
Staten on my back man, that I carry like I knew Mariah
Ran told me, “Keep it sixteen spittin'”
That’s ‘cause he know that if he didn’t, I’ll go sixteen minutes
And I’m the leader of the pack, I just mislead bitches
Doing 50 and roll a spliff up on a fresh speed ticket
In the light, my VV hitting like a fuckin' medallion
I’ll put a rapper in my trunk and I ain’t bumpin' his album
Been wildin', I got them hot ‘cause the kid got fans
And I ain’t never had a meme or fucking Tik Tok dance, bitch
It’s no escaping when I cause disaster, lord and master
Force of rapture, I’ll assault a rapper, just a heartless slacker
I’ll carve and stab ya in the soft cadaver, Boston crab ya
Torch and drag ya, Ransom’s the rapping version of Marvin Hagler (Woo!)
The bars I plaster may be causing asthma, what’s all the laughter? (What?)
I shoot him, his mama mourning the morning after
My drama’s with all the actors, y’all don’t deserve me
I’m an orphan bastard, y’all know my jersey hang in all the rafters
I’m off the practice like I’m Allen I, don’t got an alibi
You had to die, now it’s no more drama like Mary Blige
I strategize, cross my T’s and then I black my I’s
So when the shrapnel flies, it’ll cross your tees when you bat your eyes
Don’t act surprised, send your dogs in, I’ma euthanize them
Sit a noose beside him, he’ll hang himself with a boot inside him (Woah)
A size 12 exactly, you failed to ask me
If you play them stupid games, you’ll be guaranteed to win stupid prizes
[Verse 2: Lou from Paradise]
Yeah, and man these losers lyin'
We could run it back, they'll lose again, that's how I do reminding
I’ve been in the Coupe reclining, laughing at what you been signing
Iller flow, my shit been killing goats like I’m the Chupacabra
Fuckin' fangirls looking forward to when I do a sonnet
Making dreams come true like Make-A-Wish Foundation, you just dying
I take it too far like foreign Uber drivers
Staten on my back man, that I carry like I knew Mariah
Ran told me, “Keep it sixteen spittin'”
That’s ‘cause he know that if he didn’t, I’ll go sixteen minutes
And I’m the leader of the pack, I just mislead bitches
Doing 50 and roll a spliff up on a fresh speed ticket
In the light, my VV hitting like a fuckin' medallion
I’ll put a rapper in my trunk and I ain’t bumpin' his album
Been wildin', I got them hot ‘cause the kid got fans
And I ain’t never had a meme or fucking Tik Tok dance, bitch
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