That's That

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that
If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that
Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack
Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat

False perception
Most connected, though some souls rejected
It's well perfected for their own collection
There's no confession but I left a message
You're all alone to drown in your own depression
In the zone in my own aggression
Look, catch a bullet build your own desires
In my attire rewire your empire
In the end you dealt with liars
The reason they helped conspire
I was walking with that fire cooling off who you admire
Listen... I'm east harlem to the death of me, I got a mission
I keep the problems to the left of me, the right ignition
Once I solve em, here's the remedy, I grant your wishes
Fuck the stardom, my enemies I revolve em'
Leave these niggaz left with post mortem
Performing your autopsy, lyrically I'm a hoarder
Got books of rhymes stacking up inside my fucking mind
Crooked lives tempt to defy
But attempting to touch mine is suicide and that's that

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that
If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that
Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack
Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat

Heard you stay ducking em' Aflac
If I front you that, I want the work or the cash back
Don't gamble with your life this ain't black jack
Twenty one gun saluting niggas yeah that's that
Turn this shit to Baghdad
I'm always where the bag at
Shorty on my yang but I'm not tryna bag that
Been focused ever since y'all used to rock Ecko
Tunnel vision with it, you can probably hear the echo
Spliff lit, rum I'm sippin, I don't do Prosecco
I stay hungry for the chicken I ain't tryna let go
Throwing dirt on my name
Just cause y'all dirty and lame
Raggedy shirt with the stains slurping for fame
I know your circles ashamed it's like a surgical pain
Knowing that it's their turf that you claim
Let's bring it back like a flashback
Wreck City get busy, word to Izzy that's that

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that
If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that
Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack
Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat

I told em pass that
I can't trust none of y'all to stash that
You'll probably get caught in the video on snap chat
You bragging ass niggas make y'all moves and go yap yap
You Snitching on yourself, you the rat and the rat trap
That's that type of shit that make you rock a black mask
Packing up my back pack you see the way my bag's packed
First you see the light then your vision fade to matte black
I do my shit smooth so they don't catch that, facts that
That's that, truth be told put that in your hash tag
Throw dirt on my name, boy I'm still goin' get the last laugh
My name remains clean, you still goin' feel the clap back
Cause fucking with me is bad luck
nigga black cat
Broken mirrors, look at yourself, don't get your glass cracked
A shattered view'll leave you confused, you seeing abstract
It's time you pay all of your dues
Ain't talking cash app
Matter fact that Call Izzy up like where the gats at

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that
If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that
Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack
Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat

Niggas got me fucked up, Izzy Mar general
Start it up so I can spark you up and put a end to you
One of me with a extra clip can end ten of you
I legitimize can epitomized what an extend'll do
Night night send you walking to that bright light
Right from the left get swept from the hind sight
My mind right, I'm to cold like Klondike
I'm hype up in here in the air like if I'm mike
A cautionary tale, you don't know me very well
Hope you die in hurry just to get buried well
I'm light on the heaven, I can give you heavy hell
Mack 11 have every bredran eat every shell
Bon appetite didn't know you was that famished
I had to feed you that damage until your ass vanished
Click clack got you caught up in that rat trap
I'm so appalled, so you can get all and that's that

I'm a get the gat, if you don't give them packs, that's that
If y'all niggas shoot then we clapping back, that's that
Throw dirt on my name when I hear you yap, clack clack
Put one to your brain, lay you on your back, prat prat