Cliff Hanger (Remix)

Mm

Shit, ****, you know the truth

I’m Mike Tyson with this street sweep

The way I stung him, might be Ali

But if he float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

I’ma leave his Roman noodles in the street as we speak

Gang N’ Em had to chastise him

This last cannon was my best buy

[Dofe] kicks when I stepped on him

Tell God save a bed for me, coming soon

I keep street sweeps and Mei Ling and Su Yung

They both in my backseat tongue wrestling

I’m thinking threesomes, old dead white people

You can’t find a way to fill up my pockets then you can beat it

You know the Stincs run LA, he got chipped Frittole

Excellent, Bart choked him like the Simpsons was playing

Has anyone else heard the dispatcher said?

“He try to run then it’s off with his legs”

The Ruler, these 10 millimetres was rippin’ through him

They say “Drakeo, you ever thought about making Christian music?”

Blind him, my necklace was glittering when I striked him

He in the water, he’s a Pisces, he drowned too

Bitch (He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger)

We know the truth, mm, ****

He in there with Dory, in Finding Nemo

(He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger)

I carry street sweeps and hit sticks

He dissed The Mussle and what happened that’s a cliffhanger

Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz ****

I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher

Double deckers for a sneak disser talkin’

A gang of track runners, bullets finna hawk ‘em

We can’t fuck with rats, snake or no possums

It’s Doomsday, it’s dark coupes in that plaza

Ninety-nine **** beggin’ for these problems

A very bad day, he died in his Impala

A sweepstakes, come and take a gamble

Do he want it?

Come and box wit’ it, show me how them stocks work

****, you ain’t shot nothin’

Quit the bluffin’, put them chops down

Peek-a-boo, take a reach, ****, I just chip swipers

How that **** gettin’ all that clout? He’s a dickrider

Somebody wife my new roller, I just pimped on her

We too greedy for the dough, we pullin’ all nighters

This ain’t MMA bro, we ain’t fist fightin’

**** ain’t really what they say so do it really matter?

Nah really it just mean he finna strip faster

Gettin’ direspectful, see an opp, I’m finna spit on ‘em

Chop’ made him do a summersault, and he flipped forward

I mean backwards, coming down, he’s a coward

Backstabber or snitch talkin’, typa shit we don’t allow it

The Stinc Team, **** know what’s goin’ on

You put a K after that, I’m droppin’ hundreds, blowin’ domes

The beef don’t try to postpone it, you don’t really want it

**** keep on actin’ like they wit’ it, I’ma really show ‘em

RIP to my opponent, he’s no longer

Ain’t no happy endings, choppa had to blow him

Drive it like it’s stolen, hit a hunnid, got the mud spillin’

Ain’t no average Joes, only killers and some thugs with us

A couple guns wit’ us, with extendos, who want smoke with us?

Who that **** starin’? I don’t know, just another victim

Red beams on street sweeps, you know we super villains

Ain’t no Peace Treat’ with us once you make it official

I ain’t tryna talk, it ain’t beneficial

I’m paranoid, mama ask me why I’m grippin’ pistols

Famous in the hood, I know **** out there wanna chip me

You know I keep that shit on me, don’t be actin’ silly

Don’t take a chance, it’s risky, just know that we can take it there

Soft ass ****, you still cuddlin’ with teddy bears?

Pullin’ up in four dark coupes, we ain’t playin’ fair

I we doin’ some’ right, we hangin’ ‘round some millionaires

I carry street sweeps and hit sticks (****)

He dissed and what happened that’s a cliffhanger (Keep hatin')

Let’s play ball in the field, I really blitz **** (I know we doin’ some’ right, ****)

I see his brains on the wall, get the dispatcher (Bitch, I’m in my bag, ayy)

Just another day of fuckin’ **** over

I need some money, I just spent it all on blowers

You got your gun but you’ll probably pull it slower

Got up on him, made him show us true emotion

Cut the funny business, tough rappers runnin’ from us

Bet we get up on him first, he say he comin’ for us

“Them Off The Mussle **** trippin’, think they up to somethin’”

I think this bummy **** mad ‘cuz he ain’t up there wit’ us

Dancin’ on the scoreboard, I’m in love with winnin’

**** gay, if they ain’t gang then it’s fuck them ****

Yeah this goofy **** talkin’ loud, but who guns is bigger?

You ain’t livin’ like that ****, is you done pretendin’?

This a heaven-sender, God know I can’t play wit’ ****

Try to run up on my whip I bet this Drac’ gon hit him

Want the money, I don’t want no conversation wit’ him

It’s just a shame that he broke, I don’t hate the ****

Keep it player baby, we can kick it, I can’t save her

**** weird, I ain’t doin’ **** favors

He’s no longer, Chop’ told him “see you later”

In a while crocodile, ripped him up like alligators

Demons wit’ me, pitchforks up for haters

I be chillin’, I be tryna chase the paper

Off The Mussle, too greedy, we got all these **** mad as fuck

Ain’t post no real money yet, I’m still addin’ it up

Show these rappers what this shit supposed to look like

Walk by his bitch, drippin’ Louie, made her look twice

Seen that **** mean mugging, now he wanna lie

Mad ‘cuz I’m hangin’ with some **** he got booked by

You don’t got that shit on, you just look fly

Ain’t shit happen overnight, this shit took time

Say goodbye, **** weak, **** had they turn

I’m with some killers with more bodies than Astroworld

I’m too greedy, why the fuck would I be friends with ****?

Off The Mussle, why the fuck would I depend on ****?

Heavy steppin’ in my fit, this some expensive denim

**** always actin’ like some bitches, I don’t mix with ****

Door knockin’, forty-niner tryna strike for gold

I heard they askin’ ‘bout that body but nobody knows

He’s an average Joe anyways bro, it doesn’t matter

7.62’s comin’ he won’t even see it happen

**** know who runnin’ shit, let’s just keep it a hunnid

**** dissin’ on the gang, he kickin’ a bucket

Independent **** from the city, turn nothin’ to somethin’

For the win, it ain’t up for discussion

Shit, you know the truth it’s undisputed

We ain’t going back and forth with marks, bloggers, posers

None of that, ****, yeah

It’s all that ****, yeah

All he heard was ****fick fick fick fick**** on the playback, yeah ****

Got his homies lookin’ dumbfounded

“Bro why you say that?”

We know the truth