Rainbow Six

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And  you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should  know I got the straight drop

Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you should  know I got the straight drop

Pull up on yo block with the pistol

Slap you up ****, little boy, just dismiss you

I don't give a fuck, right punch you, it's official

I don't give a shit, lil' ****, you need tissue

For your fucking face 'cause it's full of the blood

Blood, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, blood

Smack you fucking up, **** I take a stub

Grab you fucking up ****, put on in the trunk

Vertically **** I take you to the dump me ****, I-

What you **** want? Huh

Got that thang in the trunk, huh

What you **** need? Huh

Pills, crack, coke,  weed, huh

Pressure, pressure

I don't wanna hit 'em with the K (lord forgive me, I'm sorry)

I don't wanna hit 'em with the K (Hit 'em all in the body)

I'm a have to go and be the bad man

Baby, I'ma put him in his place

I'ma have to do it to you baby (I just caught another body)

I'ma have to give him something amazing (Hit 'em all in the body)

Tell  'em  when I'm talking to my baby

Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked

And you know I  got the straight  drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block with the Glock  cocked

And you should  know  I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block  with  the  Glock cocked

And  you know I  got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Coolin' on the block  with the Glock cocked

And you know  I got the straight drop (Straight drop)

Look,  it's the young alt-right menace

What's the pistol  to a pennant?

Treat a writer like a  senate  ****,  huh

Surface level  **** never get it

Fuck a rating and a cynic

Always talking, never  living ****,  huh

I don't make no music  for these ****

Say they wanna be a critic

But they cannot a take  no  criticism, huh

****, we the junkies,  they the dealers

I be rappin', they be  triggered

You be writin', I'm a killer, **** what?

Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip?

Fuck up your streams, I got the rips

Skinny and  paid,  I'm  Taylor Swift

We at your job,  catch you on shift

****, you gone

I don't like you

**** don't want it

Lord forgive me, I'm sorry

Hit 'em all the body

Lord forgive me, I'm sorry

I just caught another body

Hit 'em  all in the body

I had to get some money

I don't wanna be alone

It's so hard for me to trust you, baby

I'm around you, baby

I got so much on me

40 I'd drown you, baby

I don't wanna drown you, baby

I just wanna love you, baby

I  got too  much  for me

Oh my god I'm  so  weak

Holy fuck,  I'm lonely