EVERYBODY LOVES RAYGUN

Bitch, I'm boutta make anotha mothafuckin milli

I really be goin silly these rappers will pop they pillies

I'm feelin like imma kill it

I'm feelin like imma villain

Imma be that mothafucka till they get to blood spillin'

Yeah

Uh

Get out my way son

Clique roll deep anybody wanna say sum

Say sum

Tell that boy play some

Oh that shit buns

Mothafucka getting popped with a ray gun

Get my bag bitch imma get my bag

And that's a hunnid flat

If you gon try to chat

Bitch i don't wanna chat

And imma take that cash

We let that choppa blast bitch

I'm with my brothers, my brothers is soldiers, my soldiers my fleet

Levelling up bitch, I'm levelling up, ain't nobody gon stop me, go head take a seat

10-men deep

Watch a mothafucka creep

You a friend of the enemy, imma 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

Yuh

Young mothafucka get buck

No fucks to give

It ain't luck, lil bitch

Think I'm stuck with this

I'm never makin' it back to that day job, fuck that shit

Mother fucker wanna act real tough

Give a fuck bout a pussy ****

Do him life duff

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 getting full I want another meal

All my **** eat

We obese and I don't wanna deal bitch

They love it when it rap

They gonna run the shit back

I be running track on em like Usain Bolt bitch

We be getting rich making tracks in the backyard

While you having fights with the same old bitch

Downbad wishing you could do this shit

Imma bullet how a **** going thru this shit

Breaking two of your ribs

Light him on fire like a Buddhist when im rapping I ain't new to this shit

Been a few years I been spitting imma rip it up

I cannot fuck with a bitch if she ain't thick enough

Coming with the venom when I'm talking bout enemies not a friend to me and nothing that you sayin offending me

I got a weed bag full of rappers weak asses

Rolling up a blunt and I turn em in to ashes

Know you wanna hit but we just can't pass it

We doing it so quick bitch I think you need glasses

Ok I'm Back again

Rat tat tat tat I'm tapping in

Dont get too attached to that

You're crashing out

I'll smash her then

this shit not on accident

Im up like an asterisk

I bought all my masters back

I'm signed to me

My monthly check your last advance

acne paris fashion week

I brought all my ratchet friends

I just bought your bitch Chanel

She back in her bag again

witchouse 40k with me

Told him 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 the whip, just like their career

This shit too trashed to fix

pacifist or antagonist?

They Just adjectives

Gaspare is on his rapping shit

I just had to get back to what I do better than you

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's not fucking with my dawg?

Guess that boy my enemy

And an enemy of my enemy is my friend

Tell em tap in with me