EVERYBODY LOVES RAYGUN

B-B-B-bitch, I'm gonna make another motherfuckin' milli' I really be goin' silly, these rappers will pop they pillies I'm feelin' like I'ma kill it, I'm feelin' like I'm a villain I'ma be that motherfucker til' they get to blood spillin' Yeah, uh, get out my way son Clique roll deep, anybody wanna say some' Say some, tell that boy, play some Oh that shit burns Motherfucker gettin' popped with a raygun Yeah, uh, get my bag Bitch, I'ma get my bag, and that's a hundred flat If you gon' try to chat, bitch, I don't wanna chat And I'ma take that cash, we let that choppa blast Bitch, uh, I'm with my brothers My brothers, my soldiers, my soldiers, my fleet Levelin' up, bitch, I'm levelin' up Ain't nobody gon' stop me, go 'head take a seat Ten men deep, watch a motherfucker creep You a friend of the enemy, I'ma put 'em six-feet Bitch, I'm steepin' so readily, now I got sore feet I been better than ever, I leave 'em dead OD Okay, yeah, young motherfucker get buck, no fucks to give It ain't luck, lil' bitch Think I'm stuck with this I'm never making it back to that day job Fuck that shit (Fuck that shit) You know what the fuck is going on, bitch Comin' straight out the motherfuckin' Southern Hemisphere Can I get a round of applause for Lil Darkie, ladies and gentlemen? Yeah, motherfucker wanna act real tough Give a fuck, 'bout a pussy nigga, do him like duff (Brrt) End up in the can for a stick in his hand Like a bush, roll him up, smoke him down like puff Getting real buff, like I body build We don't really give a single fuck about how you feel, bitch Never gettin' full, I want another meal All my niggas eat, we obese, I don't wanna deal, bitch They love it when it rap, they gonna run the shit back I be runnin' track on 'em like Usain Bolt, bitch We be getting rich, makin' tracks in the backyard, yo While you havin' fights with the same ol' bitch? Down bad, wishin' you could do this shit I'm a bullet, how a nigga goin' through this shit Breakin' two of yo' ribs Light 'em on fire like a Buddhist when I'm rappin' I ain't new to this shit Been a few years I been spittin', I'ma rip it up I cannot fuck with a bitch if she ain't thick enough Coming with the venom When I'm talkin' about enemies, not a friend to me And nothing that you sayin' offending me I got the weed bag from the rappers' weak asses Rollin' up a blunt and I turn 'em into ashes Know you wanna hit, but we just can't pass it And we doin' it so quick, bitch, I think you need glasses Ahahaha, bitch, you know what the fuck going on This that NZ to the LBC shit Okay, I'm back again Rat-tat-tat-tat I'm tappin' in Don't get too attached to that You're crashin' out, I'll smash her then This shit not on accident I'm up like an asterisk I bought all my masters back I'm signed to me My monthly check yo' last advance Acne Paris Fashion week I brought all my ratchet friends I just bought yo' bitch Chanel She back in her bag again Witchouse 40K with me Told him to tuck his napkin in Said he new to fancy shit But blasting what he mastered in Accidentally spilled drink on my Ricks, I splashed the drip Crashed the whip, just like their career This shit too trashed to fix Pacifist or antagonist, they just adjectives Gaspare is on his rappin' shit I just had to get back to what I do better than you That's why I'll answer this (This, this, this, this, this) That's why I'll answer this Copycats be falling off Damn, that shit is sad to see Why he not in Haunted House? Probably 'cause he trash to me He not fucking with my dog? Guess that boy my enemy And an enemy of my enemy is my friend Tell 'em tap in wit' me, okay (Bah)