Racket

(Space) Got blue brown hunnids in my jacket Heard he tryna take my sauce, go ahead and nab it Heard you gonna sell that shit by the packet Shut the fuck up, you're causing a racket Cut it out, I don't like you Who the fuck are you talking to? Why you leaving, I was just getting into it .357 to his wig, I'ma let it split Leave him on the ground, let him bleed out Cover up his face, he was tryna shout Please, somebody help No one can hear you, you're trapped in a hideout Check the layout One exit, have fun tryna get out Give up, there's no hope Tie you to the chair and kill you on periscope This a real EOTech, I ain't faking G2, go and turn him into bacon Beat your knees, yeah, I think I'm gonna break it Playing blackjack, yeah, I think I'm gonna rake in All of these chips Bad lil' bitch and she sucking on the tip Feel like 2077, got a microchip I got drugs in the back, what you need? I'ma unzip Yeah, run around Silencer on the barrel, it don't make a sound I'm with Space and we chilling with the Bbloudhounds Get the fuck over here, yeah, you out of bounds Feeling like a hound in the pound Six feet deep, I'ma put him in the ground I'm the king of this shit, where the fuck is my crown? Fully automatic, yeah, you better keep your head down