Thinking you go hard, you ain't shit, but basic
Try to step to me, get your body laid on the pavement
Collecting fees, and you ain't bring me no payment
Homie I'm for real not someone you want to play with
I keep some pistols, and cash stashed in a basement
Continue talking smack, I'll leave a hole where your face went
And that's a promise, you better grab a new blanket
Run and tell your momma you pissed your pants in amazement
I'm just having fun, my inner demons won't stop though
If I add in cadence, you'll hate it, but I'm Picasso
I can be a gangster, and paint a picture that pops so
Onomatopoeia be hitting different when I flow
You guys broken, no recognition where I go
My eyes open, I watch and hope that you die slow
No lies spoken on any verses that I wrote
So take note, but I guarantee there will be no hope
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
I find it funny you get offended by words
So much you're trying to tarnish all my work
Was it worth it for the reticule? I think you've gone berserk
Let me talk about oxygen, and how much you deserve
Not a single percent, of all the air that's on the Earth
If I had one wish it'd be you dying at birth
This not a death threat, this a promise homie
I know that you talk shit, but you don't know
Heard that people like to let loose, that's why I'm here
I was sent from above on a mission to make it so clear
You can talk shit, but you'll never be a legend
And pretending like you're hard will get you caught in Armageddon
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
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Thinking you go hard, you ain't shit, but basic
Try to step to me, get your body laid on the pavement
Collecting fees, and you ain't bring me no payment
Homie I'm for real not someone you want to play with
I keep some pistols, and cash stashed in a basement
Continue talking smack, I'll leave a hole where your face went
And that's a promise, you better grab a new blanket
Run and tell your momma you pissed your pants in amazement
I'm just having fun, my inner demons won't stop though
If I add in cadence, you'll hate it, but I'm Picasso
I can be a gangster, and paint a picture that pops so
Onomatopoeia be hitting different when I flow
You guys broken, no recognition where I go
My eyes open, I watch and hope that you die slow
No lies spoken on any verses that I wrote
So take note, but I guarantee there will be no hope
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
I find it funny you get offended by words
So much you're trying to tarnish all my work
Was it worth it for the reticule? I think you've gone berserk
Let me talk about oxygen, and how much you deserve
Not a single percent, of all the air that's on the Earth
If I had one wish it'd be you dying at birth
This not a death threat, this a promise homie
I know that you talk shit, but you don't know
Heard that people like to let loose, that's why I'm here
I was sent from above on a mission to make it so clear
You can talk shit, but you'll never be a legend
And pretending like you're hard will get you caught in Armageddon
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Try to step to me, get your body laid on the pavement
Collecting fees, and you ain't bring me no payment
Homie I'm for real not someone you want to play with
I keep some pistols, and cash stashed in a basement
Continue talking smack, I'll leave a hole where your face went
And that's a promise, you better grab a new blanket
Run and tell your momma you pissed your pants in amazement
I'm just having fun, my inner demons won't stop though
If I add in cadence, you'll hate it, but I'm Picasso
I can be a gangster, and paint a picture that pops so
Onomatopoeia be hitting different when I flow
You guys broken, no recognition where I go
My eyes open, I watch and hope that you die slow
No lies spoken on any verses that I wrote
So take note, but I guarantee there will be no hope
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
I find it funny you get offended by words
So much you're trying to tarnish all my work
Was it worth it for the reticule? I think you've gone berserk
Let me talk about oxygen, and how much you deserve
Not a single percent, of all the air that's on the Earth
If I had one wish it'd be you dying at birth
This not a death threat, this a promise homie
I know that you talk shit, but you don't know
Heard that people like to let loose, that's why I'm here
I was sent from above on a mission to make it so clear
You can talk shit, but you'll never be a legend
And pretending like you're hard will get you caught in Armageddon
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting', man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Load up, no time for discussion
We roll up, 30 deep, you think you bad
And you busting, man so what
Hear the bass in the truck it be slapping
We pull up, and clap at you cold cut
Uh, saying
Writer: JAMES TENNAPEL, RAVINE REEDY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave