Ted Bundy (feat. Skinnyfromthe9)

Don't play games with me, Donald Trump just got impeached
Rest in peace the goat, Stan Lee, bout to spill a lot of tea
Lyrical genius on the mic, she got lock jaw like a pike
I just grind all day and night, it's going down, no end in sight
Gotta go and catch my flight

I'm a fake rapper, nah, I'm the realest in the business
List of people I put on, longer than Jeffrey Dahmer's hit list
Just wanna make it wrapping, swear that's all I want for Christmas
To buy my bro a Lambo, getting things not on his wish list
Murder all these beats, yeah, I feel like Ted Bundy
Don't even hit my line if you ain't about the money
Don't understand the hate, lil man, tell me what's so funny
On me, you ain't got shit, you could never one up me
Man, move with killers, might just snap, free my broskies in the trap
Hear shit bout me, bet it's cap, shut the fuck up, you can't rap
On the court you need a map, put you to sleep, no, not a nap
Stand up, speak up, be like Kaep, no nut November just relapsed

Snakes in this biz everywhere, act like the chosen one
Watch who you'd take a bullet for, 'cause bet they'd point their gun

I got money, I ain't changed, niggas be sayin the same thing
Pull on your block and I amen, I'm with the gang and we bang bang
I'm in the lamb and I'm waving, niggas be capping, they faking
I got them things, I ain't playin, I'll take his bitch on vacation
Woah, aye, I got some money, you know this
I want a choppa, I blow shit
Aye, woah, last year, I was broke, now, I pull up stunt
I can't fuck your hoe, this shit ain't nothing for me
Give these niggas something to see
Bitch I got so much on me, aye
I got so much on me, aye, money on me weigher, yeah
She said that she love me, but baby I'm a player, yeah
And my neck on freeze, aye, got her on her knees, yeah
She just want me cause she know a nigga balling baby

Making moves, yeah we making moves at night
Speeding down university, ain't stopping at red lights
Moving up, we getting higher than a kite
My friends hotboxed an igloo, then we had a snowball fight, man
Take my money, lose respect, now you gone lose your life
Think it's funny, grab a tec, and Imma roll the dice
Don't come back into my city, or you'll pay the price
Man, don't make me pull the trigger, I bring guns to fights
I'm an innovative genius, rest in peace to Stephen Hawking
I be hearing rappers sneak diss, lil man, please, stop talking, shhh
Run up on you real life, you chicken, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk, bawking
Karma's coming after you, I'd suggest you start watching out
Your fate's written in a stone, know that you gon die alone
Pray for all my ops to die, deadly poison in they bones
Made a wave in the 608, now they all our clones
Me and Rija started this, there's two kings on this thrown

And we wanted queens to call our own and I'll admit we
Wasn't perfect, but we tried our best, don't want your pity
I be shining, call me Diddy, I'm gone put on for this city
Don't want beef, not nitty gritty, is you with me or against me, huh