Fentanyl
Double 0-2's, the black and red Geigers (uh)
I clap the back his head, rapid lead fire (cap)
I don't care what a rapper said, they're liars
They don't want smoke, they pussy, they wouldn't dare try us (they don't want smoke, nigga)
Lambo is black and red, spare buyer (vroom!)
Bitch with me look like a early career Mya (hah!)
Get out of pocket, I'ma crack his egg
Had niggas eternally nappin' like he dead tired
Uh, you eternally sleep (whoo!)
I'll leave ya momma with the burden of grief for the words that you speak (cap)
Uh, smokin' like B-Real burnin' Khalif (what's up, my nigga?)
Two hundred P's, told the plug I'll return every week (I'll be back!)
Uh, I don't know where niggas heard it was sweet
You throw shots, we returnin' 'em free (bo-boom!)
I go and shop, I put fur on my freak (cap)
I'm in the spot, Gucci socks, purple mink
Even bag the bitch servin' me drinks (talk to 'em!)
Uh, shooters do you dirty for cheap
I'd rather do that murder discreet, so niggas never heard it was me
I don't fuck with niggas, so it's real if you heard that we link
Blick on my hip, hoppin' out black Suburban with Flee (whoo!)
Or push the Rover, I got it off the shit I cook with soda
I got in this rap game and I took it over (it's my shit!)
Check the stats, homie, look it over (uh)
City put on my shoulders
Yeah, right on top where the bullet hole was (cap)
Two thousand for the boy slippers, yeah (cap)
Le Chemin du Roi sippers, no Fentanyl, boy flippers (uh-uh!)
Yeah, tanks in the wall got the Koi fishes (uh)
Oyster dishes, pullin' off in Royces, nigga (vroom!)
And I put that on Royce, my nigga (what up, nigga?)
I will hoist this blinker
When you talkin' to me, lower your voice, my nigga (lower your voice)
Yeah, please think it's a game
I will throw all this shit away, when I squeeze three in ya frame, pussy (brr)
You know wassup, nigga!
I'm back, nigga
Yeah, straight like that, nigga
Standin' ovation with this MAC, nigga
You know what's up
Machine, bitch
Eat What You Kill, nigga
A wave of violence is rippling across troubled parts of Buffalo
With bullets flying, mostly east of Maine Street
11 people have been killed in December alone
There have been 13 shootings and a stabbing in the last two weeks
Authorities believe most are not random acts of violence
They don't care about life, they don't even care about living
Alright, because you got guys that are shooting people and they are
Walking around like it's alright
I clap the back his head, rapid lead fire (cap)
I don't care what a rapper said, they're liars
They don't want smoke, they pussy, they wouldn't dare try us (they don't want smoke, nigga)
Lambo is black and red, spare buyer (vroom!)
Bitch with me look like a early career Mya (hah!)
Get out of pocket, I'ma crack his egg
Had niggas eternally nappin' like he dead tired
Uh, you eternally sleep (whoo!)
I'll leave ya momma with the burden of grief for the words that you speak (cap)
Uh, smokin' like B-Real burnin' Khalif (what's up, my nigga?)
Two hundred P's, told the plug I'll return every week (I'll be back!)
Uh, I don't know where niggas heard it was sweet
You throw shots, we returnin' 'em free (bo-boom!)
I go and shop, I put fur on my freak (cap)
I'm in the spot, Gucci socks, purple mink
Even bag the bitch servin' me drinks (talk to 'em!)
Uh, shooters do you dirty for cheap
I'd rather do that murder discreet, so niggas never heard it was me
I don't fuck with niggas, so it's real if you heard that we link
Blick on my hip, hoppin' out black Suburban with Flee (whoo!)
Or push the Rover, I got it off the shit I cook with soda
I got in this rap game and I took it over (it's my shit!)
Check the stats, homie, look it over (uh)
City put on my shoulders
Yeah, right on top where the bullet hole was (cap)
Two thousand for the boy slippers, yeah (cap)
Le Chemin du Roi sippers, no Fentanyl, boy flippers (uh-uh!)
Yeah, tanks in the wall got the Koi fishes (uh)
Oyster dishes, pullin' off in Royces, nigga (vroom!)
And I put that on Royce, my nigga (what up, nigga?)
I will hoist this blinker
When you talkin' to me, lower your voice, my nigga (lower your voice)
Yeah, please think it's a game
I will throw all this shit away, when I squeeze three in ya frame, pussy (brr)
You know wassup, nigga!
I'm back, nigga
Yeah, straight like that, nigga
Standin' ovation with this MAC, nigga
You know what's up
Machine, bitch
Eat What You Kill, nigga
A wave of violence is rippling across troubled parts of Buffalo
With bullets flying, mostly east of Maine Street
11 people have been killed in December alone
There have been 13 shootings and a stabbing in the last two weeks
Authorities believe most are not random acts of violence
They don't care about life, they don't even care about living
Alright, because you got guys that are shooting people and they are
Walking around like it's alright
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Writer(s): Demond Price, Ben Poupore
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