Emergency!
Ayy, yuh, Ouu, Damn
I'm gon' crop you like you are the vertical
I am the bounty coming for your cervical
Ima make a change that's irreversible
Sorry I am getting way to personal
You better know the favor ain't returnable
Please don't mess with me I'll leave you terminal
Cut your top like you are a convertible
Then you'll see why i am so unmerciful
Chop you like it's lettuce
Call the paramedic
Tell em where I'm headed
Tell em you been breaded
Tell you like epic
How I made a edit
Half you like the metric
Ima leave you shredded
Come in with the big drum
Pull up on you block like dum duh dum
Leaving you in crumbs
You some pond scum you become my sum
Ayy fuck fuck oh shit Ouu
Oh Fuck Shit!
Fuck the talk, Slap you up
Grab the chalk, I've had enough
Grab the croc, I'll bite you up
Tomahawk, How you get cut off
No cap, Off the map
Ain't no radar
Ain't no melee but I'll ledge guard
Ain't no delay on what i'm baking
Call it a birthday how i'm making cake
Ain't no Pusha T vs Drake
I can see thru you, opaque
Carti how my belly, ache
Middle fingers up
Screaming i'll crash the rental
Turn my blinkers off
You can't track my fuckin' mental
Yeah im sipping on your ass whats good
Yo ayy yuh ayy
We going faster
Now I am your pastor
I'll make you the factor
Call that a disaster
Pull up with reactors
Call me the abstractor
Yuh yuh
Ima leave you splattered like the fuckin fire cracker
Said that this more than a fracture leave u back in the first chapter
Now I'm your attacker all I'm making you is shatter
Look at me like I'm an actor you can call me Will Shatner
Now this is slow
Pull up on your block and I mow
Turn this shit to allegro
I do not do this for show
I don't know who I am doin' this fo'
Not anymo'
Shoutout our name and we grow
Now we are gettin this dough
You don't even know
Now who am I doing this fo?
I do it for y'all man I owe
Ya'll a cup of joe, Aye
Aye fuck aye
This fuckin hurts shit
Ahh!
My fucking throat
Its so hot in here
Ayy, Ayy Ayy
Bitch, do what I say
I can make your lady single
Call me beyoncé
Swerve left on the highway
Ain't no essay but it's, Due on friday
You the bad rose, From the bouquet
I don't buy clothes, Just for the display
And it shows
Who skipped school days
Ain't no action replay
You don't get sick pays
This my break away
Remember lowercase when you spell the fuckin name
Fuck
Where the fuck am I
I'm gon' crop you like you are the vertical
I am the bounty coming for your cervical
Ima make a change that's irreversible
Sorry I am getting way to personal
You better know the favor ain't returnable
Please don't mess with me I'll leave you terminal
Cut your top like you are a convertible
Then you'll see why i am so unmerciful
Chop you like it's lettuce
Call the paramedic
Tell em where I'm headed
Tell em you been breaded
Tell you like epic
How I made a edit
Half you like the metric
Ima leave you shredded
Come in with the big drum
Pull up on you block like dum duh dum
Leaving you in crumbs
You some pond scum you become my sum
Ayy fuck fuck oh shit Ouu
Oh Fuck Shit!
Fuck the talk, Slap you up
Grab the chalk, I've had enough
Grab the croc, I'll bite you up
Tomahawk, How you get cut off
No cap, Off the map
Ain't no radar
Ain't no melee but I'll ledge guard
Ain't no delay on what i'm baking
Call it a birthday how i'm making cake
Ain't no Pusha T vs Drake
I can see thru you, opaque
Carti how my belly, ache
Middle fingers up
Screaming i'll crash the rental
Turn my blinkers off
You can't track my fuckin' mental
Yeah im sipping on your ass whats good
Yo ayy yuh ayy
We going faster
Now I am your pastor
I'll make you the factor
Call that a disaster
Pull up with reactors
Call me the abstractor
Yuh yuh
Ima leave you splattered like the fuckin fire cracker
Said that this more than a fracture leave u back in the first chapter
Now I'm your attacker all I'm making you is shatter
Look at me like I'm an actor you can call me Will Shatner
Now this is slow
Pull up on your block and I mow
Turn this shit to allegro
I do not do this for show
I don't know who I am doin' this fo'
Not anymo'
Shoutout our name and we grow
Now we are gettin this dough
You don't even know
Now who am I doing this fo?
I do it for y'all man I owe
Ya'll a cup of joe, Aye
Aye fuck aye
This fuckin hurts shit
Ahh!
My fucking throat
Its so hot in here
Ayy, Ayy Ayy
Bitch, do what I say
I can make your lady single
Call me beyoncé
Swerve left on the highway
Ain't no essay but it's, Due on friday
You the bad rose, From the bouquet
I don't buy clothes, Just for the display
And it shows
Who skipped school days
Ain't no action replay
You don't get sick pays
This my break away
Remember lowercase when you spell the fuckin name
Fuck
Where the fuck am I
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