Barbarik

[Intro]

More Steroids nigga

You know what's up nigga

That's more drums for these fuck niggas

[Verse]

Look, look

50 shots sticks lift 'em where he stand

I promise nigga, I'm dumping all 50 when I blam

On the strip pitching grams see the pigs and then we scram

Throwing yayo in the bushes like 50 on the 'Gram

It was a void in grimy rap I had to take control

See yo' favorite rapper out and break his nose

My shooters sniffed the yay and froze

Then he start letting the bullets and his K explode

Niggas can't fuck with my toast game

The flow so propane

I'm Jon Bones Jones on the cocaine

Y'all better get low when the toast aim

Send a package in the mail

I'm Demarcus Cousins with the postgame

Nigga we don't flow the same

I was fucking these hoes with no chain

I keep it a hunnid, no change

Nigga, I don't follow a trend, I wrote pain

Still (?) neck his windpipe from his throat hang

Clapping with the ninas, Raf Simons Adidas

As far as rap go, go and ask if I'm the meanest

These niggas on pills these rap niggas is leaning

Rap circles round niggas, this MAC-10 it'll lean 'em

Youngin wanna wack niggas he askin for a reason

Like "please big bro lemme clap niggas I'm fiending"

He want another body, he dumping with a shottie

Go 'head say something it'll be a motherfucking homi, nigga