Untitled (feat. Phat Barz)

Whoa, ha, did I hear a motherfucka say so'me
Talkin' shit, but yo' bitch can't say none, she too focused on me and my handgun
Get rolled little kid; you a breadcrumb
I can't fuck with no bitches less they thick as a honeybun
Li'l bitch, you ain't said none, you can't fuck with me cuz I am too random

Two bitches on me - that's a tandem! Fuck around and get blammed up
Sticking to the script, been xan'd up, booted on molly, cops told me to put my Motherfuckin' hands up
Can't lie to you, man! This shit is insane, bruh
I been runnin' this shit since my bitch told me she didn't want me
And I had to man up, me and my boys stay clan'd up

I'm impeccable, Mr. Incredible, y'all are my sons imma dash when I get to the pedestal
Off this edible, kick back in the sectional, spark up some medical
Watching thanksgiving day festival
Football - interceptin' fools - sound like I'm professional, still a perceptible heterosexual
With an immeasurable amount of talent taking you mothafuckas back to school

You need to learn your phonics, I already got some chronic and a real thick fine bitch
Make her suck my dick then roll one up and ignite it
White knight ready to recite, despite all the limelight
Standing upright keep the Sprite in sight
Pourin' purple drank up all night motherfucker did you even get here with an invite

Mentally ahead of you, I gotta better view, high above you, ready to pursue the truth
Too many screws loose, loose tooth
Can't choose whether or not I wanna muthafuckin' miss you
Stuck into my head like tattoos, bitch that's taboo
But I'm Kid Buu in the booth coming through with the truth
Can't lose, bitch my times past due, fuck you; just withdrew a milli out the blue

I'ma psycho with the rhymes, hoe, got too many haters so I move with the rifle
Hand on the Bible, Heaven's disciple!
Never can decipher why the fuck my mind's suicidal
Catch a mindful - homicidal - after all; don't ya know we all cycle like vinyl
Swirlin' down like spiral? People think they're entitled to survival
But they're dead wrong, life's like a tight rope

Even I know how to make a girl hit high notes, I'm unrivaled genocidal
Cruise by on a unicycle hitting everybody's vitals with assault rifles
Y'all just witnessed Satans rival got the gems, I spit the flames, you Spyro

Uuggghh, bitch! You quite low, can't see you through this microscope
My mind's eternal RhymeZone, keep my balance like gyro
Shit don't even have a title, you can call me Michaels disciple
Dicing this beat up til my shit go viral, shit go viral, yeah this shit go viral



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Writer(s): Matthew Allen
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