[ Featuring CarelessWoah ]
Wanted a P, he only had grams
Stop playin' with me, you know who I am
Right in your inbox, I'm not your spam
Bustin' them pistols, Yosemite Sam
Play with that heat and you gon' get tanned
Leave you in the dirt like I'm Gaara of sand
Searchin' for gold, the way I handle the pan
Step on your property, I'm robbin' the land
Step bacc be kickin' just like Jackie Chan
Survival of the fittest is American
Kill or be killed and I take what I can She keep blowin' on me, I think she a fan
My name in they mouth, I think they some stans
Keepin' my distance like Karrueche Tran
I'm Chris if she raise her voice, I raise my hand
She wavin' for help like Michael on thriller
Don't play me, I'm bout it, so free Corey Miller
Every song is amazing, I don't do no fillers
I only like killers, gorillas, atila's
Kick in yo do' with vest, knives and ass kickers
Pump you with rum till I damage your liver
I have parental guidance, but my life is a chiller
Before I die in your house, I bleed on your sofa I'll stride like a cobra
If your son try to stop me
Then his life over
Just hit a lick, this ain't a flick
Only thing shootin' around here is the clique
Your main bitch really be all on my dick, she knows how I get
Way too legit, silence is everything Peep not a whisper, I cannot be seen
Not even in pictures
Still rollin' up Swishers
My nigga, I'm faded, not poppin' no Perkys
I feel so amazing, heat on that nigga, I swear I be blazin
Pendula nigga, cause them all a daze, man
Niggas been hatin' on me, catch em' gazin
Chillin' and shit with the smoke, I been waitin' Patiently, silently, it could get violent
G throwin' in a ING, cause that could really be your future
Die in peace, go and die in peace, rest in peace
Miss me, best MC, uh, uh, uh, uh
Jack the Ripper when I catch a body This shit can get hella sloppy
We go take it up and party
Poppin' pills, that shit like molly
Niggas really think there's gas? I been out here on they ass
Spazzin' and spazzin' and rippin' and killin' Suppress this shit only buy that new Mary Jane
That shit be makin' me feel like I'm married to it
With that shit like I'm married, wait, uh, uh
Slim hit me up, he said, lay down a verse
Hungrier than ever, so the beat I disperse
Erase when I come back, the rap shit emerged, uh
