Gengar (Freestyle)

I just needed something I could snap on

Like Thanos
I'm killing this shit and I'm not leaving
Half of them

I'm back in this bitch
What you mad for

Take the spite out your chest when you clap
For it
You'll get slapped in your face leave your cap gone

The team beating your ass like we Capcom
Cross that line best believe you get stepped on

I don't know why I'm vicious
I'm pissed off

Beat the track until you leave the shit raw
Kill the song until the hit kicks off

150
That's where the clip start

Make the stick spark

Paparazzi with the flash
Got his ass
With the zip lock

Keep it Taylor gang
When we spliff blunts

Keep it presidential with the
Wrist watch

Perfect timing
When the lanes switch up

I'm doing the dash
Leave the pigs lost
If you moving too fast
You won't get caught

No wonder they hate me
The kids smart

Try to play me
Then you'll
Get your shit rocked

Put that chrome to his dome
Make him shit rocks

Bet not run up
Cuz we keep the shit cocked

My Pencil killed him
Call it Stick talk

Shoot the scene quick
Like a tik tok

Now whose really afraid of the dark?

Shooting .223s
From the AR

Leaving holes
In the side of your car

Hear them bullets crashin'
When I get to flashing the pole

I'm Aiming it straight for your heart

Push the button
Then it'll splatter the yard

Make it rain
Now you swimming with sharks

Sending showers of metal
That's never gone let up
You better be ready to dodge

You stand in the paint
With a guard
My shooter
Was ready to catch him a charge

Technically foul
How I'm whipping this car

Smokin this Doja
I'm rolling in park

How can a tree get you high as the stars?

Rollin this pack
In a ship that's on Mars

I'm a pistol packing
Maniac

That's ready for action
I'm bringin' the static

I'll Kill you in traffic
We can make it happen

Whenever you ready We can get it cracking

I'm never distracted
When I bring the madness

I'm Juking the feds
Like I was in madden

Sticking and moving
I'm switching the tactics

Switch out the box cuz they checking the packages
All of my niggas is savages

Take all your metal like mag a nets
Oops
I meant to say magnet

My train of thought is sporadic
My mind is for storage like attics

I'm never lacking
Cuz your chain
We still snatchin' that

Run in your booth where you rapping at
Tell your producer to run it back
Keep running your mouth on the track

Might be good where you at
Over here we not having that