Please sir, calm down.
Nah man, you don't understand that *.
No, you don't understand who they are.
I don't care who they are.
You don't understand what can happen to you.
Please sir, calm down.
Please, Trey,
let that * go.
Please,
Trey, they don't want no smoke.
Please, Trey, let that * go.
Please, Trey, don't send them to snake mode.
It's the loose cannon of the ghost cat.
I was conceived on cocaine.
I better rap the bunch of no names.
Call the fire force, how I throw flames.
Kempachi, you know the sword play.
Cut beef like sirloin sorbet.
Boys say he never heard of me.
Couple plunge lines, mouth surgery.
Raised by good folks, I had the bad habits.
You can't earn it, then you can't have it.
You don't know it, then you can't meb it.
If it's opportunity, you better go *** it.
Spoiled by them till they last breath.
You couldn't tell me there ain't no best.
Big flex the way you don't test all this greatness.
I spent each breath like...
Please, Steve, let that * go.
Please, Steve,
they don't want no smoke.
Please, Steve, don't let that * go.
Please, Steve, don't send them to snake mode.
When I touchdown, I make a bird like Jalen.
Just fire shootin' like Baylen.
Shinran couldn't bring your ass back to
life if I loop the block and start sprayin'.
I am majestic, Steve, I let the darkness in.
Honestly, I want my bros to win.
But * ain't been the same since Rich Paz.
Now I don't even know who my bro is,
so I'm takin' shots.
* it, let him ring.
Poke the hive, make it sting.
In the ring, I'm like Butterbean.
Sauce turnip pie and then add them greens.
30-30 punks,
see you spleen on my craven * when I see the opps.
Hunt him down for the sport of it,
then stomp him out with the Gator Crocs.
Please, Trey.
* that, I got more bars.
Steady shinin' on all my tracks,
so it's my turn to come and steal yours.
Dickheads wouldn't rumble the ball,
they whole image a farce.
Shake my hand,
then public,
then talk * behind closed doors.
Like, ooh, still throwin' tracks from the roof?
I stir the pot like a soup,
I might just pop up on you.
Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice, mmm.
Ooh, let me back in the booth.
Ooh, let me get in my groove.
Ooh, let me cook.
* to your girl like a book.
She let me spit in her mouth,
I'm the new man of the house,
bitch.
Flyin' hand to just,
you smack Murdoch,
supersize the guns.
I'm like Spurlock,
me drop the ball,
that's unheard of.
I can strike them all, I might serve Russ.
Hey,
we're not the same,
wielding a sword like I was Bade.
I'm getting bid,
you are a lamb,
open the gate,
rock me.
Please, Steve, let that * go.
Please, Steve, they don't want no smoke.
Please, Steve, don't let that * go.
Please, Steve, don't send them to snake road.
Please, Trey,
let that * go.
Please,
Trey, they don't want no smoke.
Please, Trey, let that * go.
Please, Trey, don't send them to snake road.