[Hook 1: RadicalTommy]
Rapping slow like a sloth, must be slow
Everybody talking real biggie cuz they is small
I ain't never flodgin’ on no one cuz I am one of the best
I ain't here to be ignant more like ignorant instead
Might be best
I'll testify myself after I fucking
Go get it, checked
Just do it
That’s a check
I'm radically rapping like there ain't ever been tomorrow, no
[Verse 1: TwiztedTatum]
Oh no, brrr, brrr, brrr-brrrrrrrap
Hear the choppa blowing loogies
Choppa going blocka' blocka' blocka'
Why the hell KINDYOS and Tommy Tatum fooling
Who the hell had let 'em loose
Cut the noose on their death
Must have given them some mental debt
Now we steppin' as the food court start running
Takin’ pumped up kicks
Looking at my feet now and they dripping with a new style
With some, blood on the trim
Making foot prints for the cops to come find me now
They start, losing their trail
From the murders they done did
With the people on their tails
Like they ain’t finna prevail
Fuck the cop that arrested me for a DUI, smoking on a blunt
When I wasn't even that high
I was just driving downtown
To fucking shred it, uhhhhhh
[Bridge]
Shred it
Damn, damn
Yuh, yuh
Uhh huh, uhh huh
Yuh huh, yuh huh
We hustle, we hustle
We bussin’, we bussin'
Ain't runnin'
Nah, we gunnin’
[Chorus: Tommy T and KINDYOS]
Tommy T and KINDYOS
Hunting for a fuckboy on the loose hun
Don't, worry bout nothin'
Gonna catch him in a bear trap
Noose the boy, he a shun BUN
Kill that pussy boi he nothing
Kill that pussy like I'm stunning
Got the pump up in my trunk
And kill that pussy boi he runnin'
Twenty five fucking benzos
I got mental mother fucking problems
Murder my fucking mental
Put some staples in his fucking gut, (what!?!?)
Kill his cousin, he ain't nothing
I got mental fucking problems
Cause a ruckus he ain't nothing
Got his life up in a coffin
Gotta razor for his haircut
Shave his head with a sawn off
Gonna show him the living dead
Before he preying on a girl
Make him pray in his bed
Got his girl she praying
Slaying on that fucking pussy
I'm just saying lay em in the ditch
And that's the end of our discussion
Kill his kids and kill his cousin
I'm not stopping shooting dozens
I'm not stopping shooting dozens
End his life and cause a ruckus
Kill his kids and kill his cousin
I'm not stopping, shooting dozens
I'm not stopping shooting dozens
End his life and cause a ruckus
Calling up on tommy T
I Got places need to be
Put a fuckboy on a T
He don't mean nothing to me
(Hahahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!)
[Verse 2: TommyTatum]
Meaning nothing to me
Fuckboy's be the types that I'm eating for breakfast
That's a sunny side up egg
Pop that yolk, now he dead like a chicken egg bred
What bread?
The bread that you making be the toast that I'm spreading with your guts and black berry stuffed smothered jam that we making out ya body that's another fuckboy down the gutter yet again
Lay his ass in a ditch
Stupid ass predator
I'm so sick of them making issues for these women that know they be deserving better
Fuck ya life, fuck ya culture ya living
Fuck the cult, of the predators that be thinking they really is living
You is scum!
Fuckboy run!
I ain't holding back these bullets undone!
Tie a noose!
Don't let it loose!
Less it's, hollows, out the, clip
Fucking bullets blown everywhere!
Don't give a fuck if he gotta testimony
I ain't fucking with rapists
That's a hole six feet deep
Lay 'em in the dirt to fucking sleep
Lay 'em in the dirt, make 'em rest in piss
Not peace
Oh no
They ain't resting in peace
That's for the angels all around me
Blessings come around like the Devil ain't need me
Forgot, I had called up my God
Forgive me for killing a pedophile
I be joshing
I be kidding
Fuck a scum boy, he just be a boy toy
That can't get enough of his dick in his hand
That can't get enough, of that pussy on pornhub
Paying for premium, that's an addiction, Might as well, start an only fans
Might as well get money from screwing yourselves
