[Intro]
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Havin' visions of pistols blazin’, the Wild West
Whiskey drinkin' and foul breath
Ten paces'll blow your friends faces all on that gal’s dress
Quick draw Ransom is what they call him
Your boy's in the bar drinking, grip four handguns before you call him
Get turned into tumbleweeds when these vermin get under seige
I come to squeeze and if they father's a coward, the sons can bleed
I'm around death
I ain't on par with these fake rappers, I'm a cancer to niggas on stage for the pictures and sound checks
Ated the baddest apple, blazin' the tabernacle
Had to ask you, not a question, put dents in your Adam's apple
Add a tackle plus the force of the rock and the baddest grapple
Had ’em baffled with the aura of Jesus when at the chapel
You don’t know pain, no fear
Dope game, no tears
Cocaine, Rogaine, nigga, we just tryna grow here
Yeah, I'm as cold as Alaska, you don’t wanna go there
And oh yeah, you fuckin' with us, you ain't got no prayer
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
What you hoes think?
I'm like Manute Bol in the paint
I’m too cool, I shoot you while holdin' my drink
Expose what you ain't
Fuck your bankrolls, put you in a wheelchair, you'll have to roll to the bank
Huh, nigga, I rose in the ranks
Why you act funny with your bros, but to them hoes, you a saint?
So I'ma put holes in your tank
Nigga, I'm institutionalized, I came home with a shank
Huh, you're not gangster, you just act dangerous
And your hoes from Craigslist and Backpages
I stack paper, you sack chasing
I put your family inside a bag like they potato sack racing
Huh, I hopped out the coupe with bitches
Got two hoes splittin' my pole and no, I'm not superstitious
Huh, I'm swimmin' in a pool of riches
Forever, and my shooters stick together like a school of fishes, trust
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Havin' visions of pistols blazin’, the Wild West
Whiskey drinkin' and foul breath
Ten paces'll blow your friends faces all on that gal’s dress
Quick draw Ransom is what they call him
Your boy's in the bar drinking, grip four handguns before you call him
Get turned into tumbleweeds when these vermin get under seige
I come to squeeze and if they father's a coward, the sons can bleed
I'm around death
I ain't on par with these fake rappers, I'm a cancer to niggas on stage for the pictures and sound checks
Ated the baddest apple, blazin' the tabernacle
Had to ask you, not a question, put dents in your Adam's apple
Add a tackle plus the force of the rock and the baddest grapple
Had ’em baffled with the aura of Jesus when at the chapel
You don’t know pain, no fear
Dope game, no tears
Cocaine, Rogaine, nigga, we just tryna grow here
Yeah, I'm as cold as Alaska, you don’t wanna go there
And oh yeah, you fuckin' with us, you ain't got no prayer
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
What you hoes think?
I'm like Manute Bol in the paint
I’m too cool, I shoot you while holdin' my drink
Expose what you ain't
Fuck your bankrolls, put you in a wheelchair, you'll have to roll to the bank
Huh, nigga, I rose in the ranks
Why you act funny with your bros, but to them hoes, you a saint?
So I'ma put holes in your tank
Nigga, I'm institutionalized, I came home with a shank
Huh, you're not gangster, you just act dangerous
And your hoes from Craigslist and Backpages
I stack paper, you sack chasing
I put your family inside a bag like they potato sack racing
Huh, I hopped out the coupe with bitches
Got two hoes splittin' my pole and no, I'm not superstitious
Huh, I'm swimmin' in a pool of riches
Forever, and my shooters stick together like a school of fishes, trust
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