Internet Shooters (feat. Mourad, Skudduh Smiley & Rija!)

Pull up on me, we sparking like match it
Sad situation, I got me a ratchet
Pull up on me, we ain't fighting we blasting
Thunder and lightning, get hit with the static
Got hit with a 9, 'cause I see him try to grab it
What was you doing, you thought I was capping
Pull up with a glock and a semi automatic
You lived in your mom's house, basement and attic
How are you a snitch, that can be problematic
Kill you, make your body disappear like magic
You already know, got me a bitch
Ice on my neck, 'cause you know I am rich
Make your squad disappear, yes I'm a witch
Third inning you know, I gotta pitch I'm so fast, you'd think I'm a glitch
Pop him in the pistol, leave him in the ditch
30 and 40, keep it in my hands
My dick ain't hard, that's the glock in my pants
Broke ass bitch, can't talk about bands
You don't want beef, you got no mans

Pull up with new shit, we dogs like Anubis
I swear that I'm used to the talking
They just be riding my wave on some surf shit
But you know that I just stay locked in, huh
I'm really that nigga, I'm pulling them triggas
I'm catching these passes like Stockton
Every time I pull up, slide through the doors
Heads turn whenever I walk in huh huh
They just be riding my wave, step up wrong you get fucked up
Huh, huh, double knot right next to me, try not to get tied up
Huh, huh, young nigga back in the duffle
Yeah and your bitch wanna cuddle
Gather the goons like a huddle
I can never keep it subtle
I keep it a milli and one
I want a billi and some
Shining like billions of suns
Fathered the game, I got a billion sons
Back in the game, someone shuffled my cards
I didn't fuck, I just poke her and won
Fuck on that bitch in the back of the car
Interstellar, you'll see me in the stars
Bleed on tracks, but I don't feel pain
Hopped out the wraith with a brand new chain
Nobody safe, when known to go insane
Your gold shit, leaving your neck stained, nigga

I ain't with all that fake shit, I know you rappers been faking
Your rap cap talkings on basic, you ain't really rich
So really just save it, saw you at the corner store
Working that day shift, all your shit fake
Talking bout the bands that you make
But it's your dad's money pulled out the safe
And know it ain't safe, thought I'd pull up real quick
But you the type to go talk to the jakes
And ain't that cake, silver spoon fed every day
But me I had to make my own way, so get outta my face
Cause boy your breath stank, I don't care what you say
I got no time to waste, aye
You gotta be kidding me, try to belittle me
There is no ending me, you're not a friend to me
Boy you're an enemy, see through the energy
Your cap is infinity, put that on everything
Boy don't make me get viscous
You acting to big for your britches
Everything you been talking is fiction
And you might learn a thing if you listen

Internet shooters, gone stay 'hind computers
Ain't praying for peace, wasn't raised to be Buddhist
Can't be caught lacking, like how could you do this
I'm feeling like Jesus, and you look like Judas
Woah, step out from behind your screen
Cause I'm waiting for you, with the whole team
Now you have nightmares, and PTSD
Of me in a mask, and it ain't Halloween
Pull up with Mourad, he carry a stick
Don't beef with woman, so suck on my dick
Stayed cooking up, feel like Morty and Rick
Got some new homies, with much bigger blicks
This ain't organic, walk in you panic
Internet shooters, lil bro, I can't stand it
Rest in peace Juice, man I feel like a bandit
You robbed my homie without understanding
That now you move with a bullseye on your head
Call me Cupid, breaking news, now you dead
An eye for an eye, I leave females on read
A shot for a shot, lil bro just took your head
Internet shooters, I might call you Judas
TVs don't look back at you, so I'm like "who this"
I'm on your wall, I'mma stand tall
On my family's shoulders, cannot Tacko Fall
Balling on bums like I go by LaMelo
Shoutout to Zo, Lavar, Tina and Gelo
Bros turn to hoes, switching sides like Othello
Pull up in Portland, my name is Carmelo
Ooo, I'm feeling pretty damn flee
What, I got Moncler in the Jeep
Might smash your girl, yeah I might do her teeth
If she got a gag reflex, you got a small p
Shut up, I ain't tryna talk, shordy a major cock block
Aye, what, automatics, 30 glocks
Got me a 7, it's hard as a rock, hoe
Ain't even playing, nah, boy I'm for real
I bring guns to fights, so don't pull up with steel
It's all fun and games, 'til I slam you Shaquille
I grew up Bipolar, can't get in my feels