Villain
Ya I don't understand it
I'm not from Earth, from a different planet
Touchdown my UFO just landed
I'm so chosen got that shit branded
And I give all my praise to the Lord
Man claim gang but he know he a fraud
Hit'em with the wap sent straight to the morgue
Ready for the skirmish, ready for the war
Always ride around with a mask and a blade so long that it might as well just be a sword
Man stay alive then he just got lucky
They wanna talk, but they never come touch me
Mandem girl wanna lick, suck, fuck me
But they always try so hard to one-up me
I do it natural, it's not a challenge
I'm with the mob catch a hammer to the phalange
I was born like this it's not a talent
I'm a gold eagle keep me a talon
And I move evil call me a villain
I'm in my bag you are in your feelings
I don't got time for emotional healing
I will not talk if it's not about shillings
I'm tryna increase mine to the ceiling
Put that metal to his tooth like a filling
Call me the dentist, I brought a drill in
You're an apprentice I'm top dawg
Let shots off and you get knocked off
Man gettin nervous he so soft
Man got no purpose he so lost
Wipe man nose like he got wet cough
Send a footsoldier to get him tossed
Count man breath till it get cut off
Count my blessings I'm so so thankful
Get my money right, 90 degree angle
Five point star on my banner no spangle
Snatch your chain now your nickname Django
Always wanna talk like you move with shooters
But you only click when you on a computer
Me and mine gangsters, brawlers, bruisers
You and yours wankers, tossers, losers
Pitch black sky when I make my move
Click clack fly let it rain so smooth
Hit every target, don't be a target
Know you can't end it, why would you start it
We do no slide we pull up and park it
Swing one time layem flat like a carpet
Bust one time now he dearly departed
We sell souls for a price issa market
We sell bags of the gas it's diesel
I know some people
Who know some people
Wrap a half stone in the plastic see-through
Man wanna sing then we give him retune
Stomp his jaw then we snatch his flag
Dim his lights then we take his bags
Up dat scram and we mug his slug
Smoke that bitch like a breakfast fag
When you talk to me I don't understand it
We are not the same you a lick I'm a bandit
Snap yo shot but the lens is candid
Me I'm worksy, you so standard
27 Teeth in the mag extended
You got beef with the crew come send
We on road and we always certy
My hands clean but my mash stay dirty
I'm not from Earth, from a different planet
Touchdown my UFO just landed
I'm so chosen got that shit branded
And I give all my praise to the Lord
Man claim gang but he know he a fraud
Hit'em with the wap sent straight to the morgue
Ready for the skirmish, ready for the war
Always ride around with a mask and a blade so long that it might as well just be a sword
Man stay alive then he just got lucky
They wanna talk, but they never come touch me
Mandem girl wanna lick, suck, fuck me
But they always try so hard to one-up me
I do it natural, it's not a challenge
I'm with the mob catch a hammer to the phalange
I was born like this it's not a talent
I'm a gold eagle keep me a talon
And I move evil call me a villain
I'm in my bag you are in your feelings
I don't got time for emotional healing
I will not talk if it's not about shillings
I'm tryna increase mine to the ceiling
Put that metal to his tooth like a filling
Call me the dentist, I brought a drill in
You're an apprentice I'm top dawg
Let shots off and you get knocked off
Man gettin nervous he so soft
Man got no purpose he so lost
Wipe man nose like he got wet cough
Send a footsoldier to get him tossed
Count man breath till it get cut off
Count my blessings I'm so so thankful
Get my money right, 90 degree angle
Five point star on my banner no spangle
Snatch your chain now your nickname Django
Always wanna talk like you move with shooters
But you only click when you on a computer
Me and mine gangsters, brawlers, bruisers
You and yours wankers, tossers, losers
Pitch black sky when I make my move
Click clack fly let it rain so smooth
Hit every target, don't be a target
Know you can't end it, why would you start it
We do no slide we pull up and park it
Swing one time layem flat like a carpet
Bust one time now he dearly departed
We sell souls for a price issa market
We sell bags of the gas it's diesel
I know some people
Who know some people
Wrap a half stone in the plastic see-through
Man wanna sing then we give him retune
Stomp his jaw then we snatch his flag
Dim his lights then we take his bags
Up dat scram and we mug his slug
Smoke that bitch like a breakfast fag
When you talk to me I don't understand it
We are not the same you a lick I'm a bandit
Snap yo shot but the lens is candid
Me I'm worksy, you so standard
27 Teeth in the mag extended
You got beef with the crew come send
We on road and we always certy
My hands clean but my mash stay dirty
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Writer(s): Jad Hamood
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