[Intro: Figerson]
Shing-shing-shing
[Verse 1: Figerson & Estee Nack]
I can't afford niggas like I'm Vecna
I see stranger things, I'm incredible, Hilfiger super suit from Edna (No, king)
You lost before you lost, I just flew down to tell you to keep your head up
Biggest villian like I overdosed on a stash of sinner (Oh)
Rappin' with me and half-assin' your verse'll only need an surrender (Mm, trash)
Fame blow out the fuckin' nostrils when I catch a temper
I'm in my bag like the Grinch in December
I'm comin' for everything (Hahaha)
I ain't givin' shit back, my heart ain't grow a inch of pleasure (Woop)
False speakin' on the god'll get you dentistеd (Hah)
You need more people to stop mе, so where the damn Avengers? (Where they at?)
I slapbox Galactus for this planet (Aha)
I deadly slice Mars and made a sandwich (Shing-shing)
In other word, fuck with Elon Musk's planets (Aha)
[?], I ain't speakin' Spanish (Mhm)
It's Black God in the manifest and free your mind from the inorganics
Niggas watch you thinkin', I'm problematic (Ooh)
It's motion-picture Figer, the pen hella cinematic
And I ain't don't got fans, I got witnesses, huh (Yeah-yeah)
It's hard to unseen me, I got a masked image
These rapper-lies wanna reach out and share some
But it's just bad for business, huh (Couldn't they know?)
Might out-shine a nigga by accident
Punchlines harder than Pop Eye downin' a can of spinach (Hahaha)
Prada sheer, havin' the rest of fitted just mad vintage (Aha)
Each line equivalent to a sniff of powder
Until the money long, I'm finna sit here and do this shit for hours
Breakin' down the bars like translatin' for Boomhauer (Haha)
My cousin here to interrupt your browsers
I'm slackin', usually eat a hundred rappers a day
But today it's only a few devoured (I swear to God)
Mask on like I'm Houston 'cause all you dogs is cowards (Aha)
Watch how I blow up from the bottom like it's two towers (Boom)
I'm here to give all the youth power
I see hella niggas in my views, they used to be doubters (Ahaha)
I kick down again, in this rap garden, I picked a few flowers (Aha Yay, my own flowers)
You can't connect to this, bitch, you gotta get a new router (Oh!)
[Interlude: Estee Nack & Figerson]
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, woop, woop)
Yay! (Yo, son, shing-shing-shing-shing)
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Shoot 'em through the peephole peacefully (Bow-bow!)
Paramedics done came runnin' fingle (Oh, shit)
Here's a dose of that
Lethal poison, designed to seek the venom
Make you bit on the strip and divide equally, yo (Toma, toma, toma, toma)
Bumpin' Chief Keef with a switch on the Glock ringin' (Brrta!)
Pay attention, the snitches been with the cops singin' (Woop)
Rollin' weed up, I bundle the rocks, slangin' (Trap!)
Muay Thai strike-aimin', his top is swingin', yo-yo (Toma, son, hangin')
Packagin' the flavor, a gold clavier (All slavers)
Good prices, I'm breakin' the bank, I'm so wavy, yo (Ching!)
Gettin' nice, son, as Caribbean soul baby, ya (Word)
Walkin' down like in the buildin' with old lady, ya (Ad-lib)
Head honcho, dinner and cigars flow (Smoke!)
Take it there where niggas of hatred gon' start showin' (You niggas hatin')
'Bout this bag, your facin' the god glowin' (The god!)
It's automatic, the razor, the Glock'll blow 'em apart (Bowser)
[Interlude 2: Estee Nack]
Da motivo, que lo que, contigo (Ya, son)
Manito, word is bond
Cha!
[Outro]
What do you know about weapons?
Of a mass destruction
I've told you once, and I'ma tell you again
Many years ago, they literally had weapons
That could turn your land, into dust
So the mainstream narrator has said
This is nothing more than a natural rock formation
Caused by window motion
But if you listen to the body slayer
He would tell you, this is evidence
That somebody got smoked
