Smokin' cookie, nigga, hah, right out the cookie jar
Hahahaha, hahahaha
Yeah, is it just me or do the baddest bitches seem so average?
My appetite is too extravagant
Think I'm a masochist
My accolades include me spitting flames like I'm a dragon, bitch
Get on a knee to take a stand, but I'm not fucking Kapernick
Yeah, if you want it, then you can get it
I'm on it like it's a mission
I'm in it like it's a sickness
I'm fittin' in like a mitten
I put the work in the piston
We conjuring holy spirits
To place a curse? I'm vindictive
But sweet revenge is so delicious
To squabble ya opposition
And put 'em right is something we all envision
But
The more we fill up with hate
The more we disintegrate
Until the limit we break
And now there is no saving face
So, how it feel to have yo' face up on the pavement?
Yeah, this is where you meet your end, you can't escape it
Yeah, I don't wanna hear you begging you can save it
'Cause you don't made me shed your blood to be the payment
Hatred
Got me filling up with hatred
Shake it
Shake the grounds like it's the Haitians
Patience
To be a king it takes some waiting
Boym I'm the heir up to the throne, I'm finna take it
What the fuck's up?
Yes, I know that you a hater, bitch
Shawty's on 10, but you stickin' to the average
I'm a headshot dropper, I don't even really aim this shit
Call me phantom of the opera
With the way I fucking fade a kid
Banana clip, strip, I'm out to get, had to take it quick
I tee him up just like a cigarette
And then I lit the wick
Burr, bitch!
You get toasted
Call me "Backpack," when I rap and tote shit
Ghost with your bitch
Hocus pocus, and I'm slidin' in the foreign
I'm important, and I'm ruder than fuckers that I'm ignoring
Like, fuck it!
I'ma let the whip hit the rubber
Hit 'em with the drip, then I drip, fuck the rudder
Big stunner, I threw the bitch 600
Find me stacking cheddar like the Homestar Runner
Big bummer, I know your mans no stunner
I know your mans no stunner
TLC shit, like, would you be my lover?
F-fuck no!
My heart's cold and I'm cutthroat
Yeah, I get a chokehold, feeling like Jon Jones
Uh oh
We like jewels, you can't touch those
Learned in high school, we don't cuff on no switch hoes
Now we switch lanes in them four door Benzes
Open two requests, it's two new shorties in my mentions
Speaking reckless? Get your head kicked
We don't talk shit
Press shit and send him stage, left exit
Now watch them shot the bottle
Drunk until I shot 'em
I'm a Scotto, click the semi-auto
Push the fucking throttle, nigga
I'll push the fucking throttle, nigga
I'll push the fucking throttle, nigga
I'll push-I'll push the fucking throttle, nigga