[Verse 1]
Fuck doves, I need 14 crows when I walk through
I'm wicked as shit, spittin’ the wickedest shit
The ladies know I'm cold so they act like winter started and fall through
900 and Mctwistin’, you niggas still kick flippin’?
Young June, I been different, sneak dissin’? Damn
Did I make myself so hard for you niggas to talk to?
Cause when ya lady drunk then I'm the one she send her calls to?
And when I'm around, the floor is where she sends her draws to?
I only do this cause I'm poss to
Oops I meant I'm ‘posed to
Crazy pat, bitch on the beats I go postal
Oklahoma 14 died, never a coincidence in numbers
I hear the beat; it sees the clouds now feel my thunder and lightin’
No Zeus, no truce for you fuckers who don’t speak the truth when you spittin’
I hear your lies I despise and my blood gets to itchin’
And I can't reach mine, so I'mma spill yours playboy A$AP
No mob, just me and some knives getchu pinned up playboy
Face wrapped in gauze
The cause is because you said you hotter than me
Now you rope tied tight, nigga you only knotter than me
Laughter all the while on my joker add the s and I slaughter the beat, easy
Show the track who daddy is and just daughter the beat
Say you spit stupid, who more ‘tarted than me?
I’m stank with this shit, should be with fish, who more tartar than me?
[Hook]
If you see a fake nigga, point ‘em out
If spot a nigga slippin, point ‘em out
Don’t be scared
Slow up, slow up, there he go right there, I swear I can kill him in sixteen
[Verse 2]
I don't need 16
Saliva gotta be rude, I spit mean
Fuck a rhyme mufucka, I spit me
I grip green
Whether that be the doe or dro
The hash or the lime colored thongs stickin’ outta ya bitch ass
Shoot a nigga with my lyrical lethal shots
The vocals from my body is my shottie I keep it cocked
Keep it locked, this ain't 106 & Park, 187 & murked
You become dessert when my hunger begins to keep its spark
I intend to end the stupid shit that you seem to start
Claiming you the shit when you ain't even reachin’ farts
Reach for darts, trying to touch the sharpness of me
Is like tryna find an ounce of fuckin’ toughness in glee
Dare a nigga to try to find the fuckin’ toughness in me
Why he frontin? You soft, ain’t nothin’ more muffin than he
I’m cold as fuck, leave these damn wannabees stuck in the heat
Low lifes, I burn the weed and get fuckin’ stuck in the trees
You'll break ya finger pointin’ at a nigga who fuckin’ with me
Ain't no bitches round me, less they fuckin’ suckin’ my seeds
And these ain't ranch flavored, the taste you can't savor
‘Cause the next bitch is gonna come through fuckin’ suck it off clean
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
This just that GUNSHIGH shit
That Marty Mc sworn to be born to be fly shit
Fuck niggas? We don’t vibe with
Bunch of cotton mouth niggas, go head pussy try and spit
Pass ya bitch faster than the flash, runnin’ a 40 yard dash
Wearin’ a pair of Asics, healthy niggas out here hollerin’ TJ ain't sick
It takes a patient to know a patient
Born in the ward, discharge papers? I’m still waitin’
Au revoir to your freestyles and good riddance to your writtens
Consider you niggas smitten
I’m part of the streets; I’m part of the ‘burbs
Pardon my nerves, and most of all
Mothafuck whatcha heard
Fuck doves, I need 14 crows when I walk through
I'm wicked as shit, spittin’ the wickedest shit
The ladies know I'm cold so they act like winter started and fall through
900 and Mctwistin’, you niggas still kick flippin’?
Young June, I been different, sneak dissin’? Damn
Did I make myself so hard for you niggas to talk to?
Cause when ya lady drunk then I'm the one she send her calls to?
And when I'm around, the floor is where she sends her draws to?
I only do this cause I'm poss to
Oops I meant I'm ‘posed to
Crazy pat, bitch on the beats I go postal
Oklahoma 14 died, never a coincidence in numbers
I hear the beat; it sees the clouds now feel my thunder and lightin’
No Zeus, no truce for you fuckers who don’t speak the truth when you spittin’
I hear your lies I despise and my blood gets to itchin’
And I can't reach mine, so I'mma spill yours playboy A$AP
No mob, just me and some knives getchu pinned up playboy
Face wrapped in gauze
The cause is because you said you hotter than me
Now you rope tied tight, nigga you only knotter than me
Laughter all the while on my joker add the s and I slaughter the beat, easy
Show the track who daddy is and just daughter the beat
Say you spit stupid, who more ‘tarted than me?
I’m stank with this shit, should be with fish, who more tartar than me?
[Hook]
If you see a fake nigga, point ‘em out
If spot a nigga slippin, point ‘em out
Don’t be scared
Slow up, slow up, there he go right there, I swear I can kill him in sixteen
[Verse 2]
I don't need 16
Saliva gotta be rude, I spit mean
Fuck a rhyme mufucka, I spit me
I grip green
Whether that be the doe or dro
The hash or the lime colored thongs stickin’ outta ya bitch ass
Shoot a nigga with my lyrical lethal shots
The vocals from my body is my shottie I keep it cocked
Keep it locked, this ain't 106 & Park, 187 & murked
You become dessert when my hunger begins to keep its spark
I intend to end the stupid shit that you seem to start
Claiming you the shit when you ain't even reachin’ farts
Reach for darts, trying to touch the sharpness of me
Is like tryna find an ounce of fuckin’ toughness in glee
Dare a nigga to try to find the fuckin’ toughness in me
Why he frontin? You soft, ain’t nothin’ more muffin than he
I’m cold as fuck, leave these damn wannabees stuck in the heat
Low lifes, I burn the weed and get fuckin’ stuck in the trees
You'll break ya finger pointin’ at a nigga who fuckin’ with me
Ain't no bitches round me, less they fuckin’ suckin’ my seeds
And these ain't ranch flavored, the taste you can't savor
‘Cause the next bitch is gonna come through fuckin’ suck it off clean
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
This just that GUNSHIGH shit
That Marty Mc sworn to be born to be fly shit
Fuck niggas? We don’t vibe with
Bunch of cotton mouth niggas, go head pussy try and spit
Pass ya bitch faster than the flash, runnin’ a 40 yard dash
Wearin’ a pair of Asics, healthy niggas out here hollerin’ TJ ain't sick
It takes a patient to know a patient
Born in the ward, discharge papers? I’m still waitin’
Au revoir to your freestyles and good riddance to your writtens
Consider you niggas smitten
I’m part of the streets; I’m part of the ‘burbs
Pardon my nerves, and most of all
Mothafuck whatcha heard
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