Can't keep rappin' bout murders and biters, gotta keep that confidential
Pull up BP truck with a hundred-something plus, I'm Ryan Presidential
Police tryna indict me for all of the * I be sayin' on these instrumentals
I wanna keep the opps so bad I ain't had no cause to spend all the rental
Uh, uh, demon baby lord, I'm a sinner Keep beatin' this bitch, he mad at me
Cause she wanna be with a winner Got no money, she ain't been eatin'
It look like her waist got slimmer She wanna be my missus, I just wanna *
I don't wanna be her mister I don't trust none of these
When you come around me, don't get on the phone and whisper
Know you can't * caption, I liken they status
Last * for a picture, catch me in traffic And I get active, it's hard to control my temper
You can't tote that gun if you ain't caught one
What the * you gon' do with the pistol?
Alright, uh, I told AC let me out
Remember one time I was blowin' this bitch?
So fast I shot my window out
We got the drop to his crib, I ain't shootin' up *
I'ma wait till it come out
How many times he *** my dog, that's how many times he get *
I ain't no regular rapper, I love to spin
We drill for real
I ain't just puttin' this gangsta * on beats
We really, for real
Before I wave my flag or tuck my tail
The guy get in the field
Before I do a drill, let me tuck my chain
I'm workin' some hems
Caught the curb in the big body Rango truck
Almost flat in the wheel
Ain't spill no blood or stuff, don't *
I really know how that feel
Be comin' on hits just to act like a
Just be actin' like steel
Little broke
Camera replayin' that * like it real
I know a got shot in his face
Left like Emmett Till
Told I was gon' get rich in the future
I feel like Phil
Before I start doin' this rappin'
It caught me a buzz
I ain't know nothin' but
I could go do me a drill and function sober
Deep peel
Alright
Catch a head, give me a thrill
Murder for hire, I'm droppin' a bag on Ops
I'm tryin' to get
It's finna be a whole lotta blood
And brains all over the place
And they gave me a deal
The feds and the DEA
I heard them crackers on my heels
Jump in the V and catch you a
But be with me, I'ma show you my murder skills
Tryin' to put the people in the smoke
When I get here slow
I'ma show them we purged for real
Tryin' to *** for views
And post my song
He don't even know the words for real
First time blowin' the chop
Lebrun was shakin'
I told him to hold the steel
Don't post when they block
They know I'll pull up fast
They know I will
Pull up, blast
Left on this
Kept shootin' that's an overkill
I don't be stuntin'
When they talk that *
These niggas be a whole thrill
Punch hoes in the walls
When they get mad
I put hoes in Ops for real
You better be able
To tell them that man
They gonna find that *
Now out of my stream
Now out of my stream