This off the rip like a bayblade
How they gon shoot then turn to talking like JJ
Heard he want the smoke uh
Don't come at me, I outta (Miata)
Catch him slipping keep a stick up in the coat uh
Shouts out jj that's the code huh
My own words be blowing my mind like Black Bolt
Bitch I been dope
Since I got a hold of my first pencil
I ain't need no stencil
Just a notebook to keep track of what I been wrote
Shout out pop
Welcome to the Part 3
I got a lot packed like a motheefuciing car meet
We gon leave o's on his whip, like he driving an audi
I tried to bring a m in my circle like a Mazdi
I ain't seen a challenger, when I let daroundgo (darango) they get to dodging
Big stepping w the purp and green got me looking like Barney
How I come back after killing this shit like fucking zombie
We carry Drakos and grahams, but i ain't talking bout Aubrey
We slide where you stay cause we know that's where the ops be
My heat so on point I call that bitch Lowry
I get bigger bucks than Milwaukee
Two holes to his brain gonn leave his head red like the prince of Saudi
His brother gon crazy, hopefully he'll figure it out, poor Tommy
Let up his circle, left that shit red, call it poor timing
I'm the best in the world w the bars, Suni Lee
Ain't Sunny D, y'all won't get a ryse outta me
I keep it a buck, plus a quarter, that's a dollar tree
I gotta bring in all my sneaky links, that's a link tree
I couldn't wait to get at them ( ADAM) Benjis
*Huh, shout out Benji*
My shooter crazy with the tech, call em genshe
Next to the jet like my name be Ernie
I can't spit shit that wasn't wrote from me
We gon put that cross on your chest like a rosary
No car insurance but these hittas always want a quote from me
I keep a rocket on me, it's a 30, 4 you pussies ain't talking Hakeem
Get to shooting, gon sound like Mike Breen
Daredevil, way she got double D's on her chest
Which reminds me had a girl I used to text
Bubbles turned to green, it's a mess (sms)
They stink and washed up it don't make sense
Got two guns and and when I draw em, make em disappear, etch a sketch
The boof changed him like Clark Kent
I make it easily, Like festus
We got them Techs like Texas
We get em curried like Stephen
I ain't cussing but we bring in the FNs
She'll never block me, we're banging hips like I'm reffing
Bitch I get more thoughts than Edison
My canon got that red beam on it, Freddie Benson
I got a young shooter in the A that keep that 11 on em, call em trae
Animal control, way she catch a stray
I slide to the bread like a fucking lunch tray
Potato barrel on my side, now where the entree
Took this girl out on a date, ain't eat no food just want some face
We gon hit it out the park, run a train, call that shit minute maid
Hold up bro, what's up with you?
Heard you talking, man we been knew
Ain't talking Alperon when I say I'ma send goons
We wiping your nose when we get atchoo
We gon spray at his noggin like moose
Ain't JT but bitch I'm the deuce
Put that .33 on his back Kuz
Red dot finna pop but I don't see no ooze
Leave his homies looking blue like they looking for clues
I've earned my stripes by keeping the pump in my whip
Squeezing the red dot like a big zit
You finna get jumped like I said ribbit
Catch a bit of the clip like a snipit
When they dip they'll be looking for your pulse like a Fitbit
6 days later you'll be suited up in a box no Stitch Fix
I'll tell you what it feels like, like Tim Smith
This canon got the red light on it, I'm really shooting shit
You better wipe that smirk off
If you don't we send bullets size of Smirnoff
She said was down to watch a flick, man that's a turn off
I can't trust a hoe who watch a screen like B Ball
This shotty either leave ya wheezing or lean ya
Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul
Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul
Keep it a rocket on me, then get to sunning, like Chris Paul
