You'll Float Too

[Intro]

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you busters slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal

[Chorus]

I said don't talk shit, fifty on my head, that's kinda cheap

That's barely opp shit, but I load the clip because you left me

With no option, funny how you're runnin' out the backdoor

When I walk in, I don't gotta chase you 'cause that red dot

Got you locked in, yeah, that's the remedy

When you're surrounded by so many enemies

So many clones, they've been plotting the end of me

Bitin' my vision, they hate on me openly

I'm sick of this shit, man, I'm the OG Michael Myers, Frеddy Kruger

Haunt your dreams, make you rеtire

Set your whole damn world on fire

[Verse 1]

I'm an artist, all y'all copycats, yeah, that's sadly facts

Makin' moves that go beyond just rap, you're stuck in the past

I've been in my motherfuckin' bag while you're droppin' trash

So far up my ass, man, I should probably charge you fuckers rent

Acting crazy, load the clip then I shut 'em up, they'll be dead to me

Yeah, I stick around, there's no escaping, they won't step to me

Swear I just surround myself with ones who really bled for me

Built a fuckin' empire off shit I started at seventeen

[Chorus]

I said don't talk shit, fifty on my head, that's kinda cheap

That's barely opp shit, but I load the clip because you left me

With no option, funny how you're runnin' out the backdoor

When I walk in, I don't gotta chase you 'cause that red dot

Got you locked in, yeah, that's the remedy

When you're surrounded by so many enemies

So many clones, they've been plotting the end of me

Bitin' my vision, they hate on me openly

I'm sick of this shit, man, I'm the OG Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger

Haunt your dreams, make you retire

Set your whole damn world on fire

[Verse 2]

It's spooky season and you know I'm bringing treats

You ain't heard me sound like this before, I leave 'em all deceased

So, don't push me, all you writing tweets would slobber on my meat

I don't make music for virgins anymore, so now, they leave

Except they don't, they still on my dick

They always pry 'n poke to get a reaction

Say they're not a fan, but won't leave me alone

Are you a fan? Are you a critic? Honestly, there is no difference

'Cause the more y'all talk about me, that's just more that I can spend

I've been busy stacking M's, livin' the life you'll never live

So go focus on yourself instead of me, maybe you'll win

And all the rappin' shit aside, at least the time we had was fun

If I'm not hittin' for you now, I hope you find someone that does

[Outro]

Ah

(Double Points)