[Intro]
Yo, yo, uh
I don't know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
I want answers, nigga—Glock in your mouth, nigga, what?
Dump Gawd!
[Verse 1]
Its the fifth popper
The worlds best shit talker
Day walker
Stickin' niggas liker Peter Parker
I used to stash revolvers in my locker
Vernacular so proper
Spectacular, the doctor
Ron Harper with stats
Bitch, I rap like I'm dumpin' the MAC, facts
While brainstormin' luxury tax scratch
It's hard to relax, gats
Ain't no fuckin' rhymes in this backpack
I'll have you take a permanent nap-sack—get blacked, Jack
Fuck these niggas and they jail stories
Them lil' tales bore me
I'm 'bout to buy a crib that's four stories
So fuck them fake-ass war stories
'Cause truthfully, we seen shit more gory
Protect-ya-neck shit, hop out the Lexus
How you like me with these diamonds on my neck, bitch?
Wet you like Texas—tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tza-tzaa!
Guess I found a new way to send a message, I'm restless
That carbon 15, I'm tryna see what that do
If it ain't Kungg Fuu or Heem, I'm liable to whack you
Mach, that's my nigga, other than that, fuck you rap dudes
Divino in the back with the still like a statue
Achoo! Niggas get blessed
I'll let a slug dig in your chest
Let your bitch fuck my dick with her breasts
I got the iron so shit can get pressed
Put a fuckin' bullet in that Mitchell & Ness, nigga
I'm unsatisfied till your whole faction dies
I'm the rappin' Oz—one spell capture eyes
Apple pie—never go nowhere without the Macintosh
I'm clappin' niggas—fuck I look like doin' grapple ties?
[Outro]
Dump Gawd
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
