Rivals (feat. NIKKO & Daegho)

Fuck out my face bitch
Ay, I came to bang every lame in the game
Like I'm smashing they brains in
Fuck, these niggas prayed on my muh' fucking downfall
I know they gon hate this
Ay, but i give a fuck i been stomping these niggas the second i came in
Ay, these niggas aint shit
Wait, move weight like a freight ship
These bitches are fake how they shapeshift
Bitch I'm from the mud
I had them pistols popping
And those speakers knocking out the basement
Hold up pussy I got 4gs on me
I might hit a lick and make it 8 quick
Bitches moving funny
Better tuck ya tummy
Niggas run up on me catch a face lift

Bitch I dont care I be gunning down all my rivals
Fuck bout any nigga I leave them dead on arrival
Popped straight out of hell
Yes I'm demon like from the bible
Hop up out a coop to a show in Balenciaga's

Get back boy
I'm fully loaded
Ready to roll
And ready to unload this fire
Running and gunning the opposition down
Aint no motherfucker gonna take my underground crown
What the fuck is competition
At the top of the pinnacle is my position
Aiming for me you missing
Even with your tactical beam
I give you the green light
Leave you missing
I dont take no chances when it comes to my survival
You a pussy boy stop acting like you is my vato
Put you in the past so they know you wont see tomorrow
If you want smoke then we want smoke
No mercy for my rivals

You hold that gun like a pussy boy
Pussy boy
This Lou Vuitton not no Stüssy boy
Stüssy boy
And if he run we might shoot your boy
Shoot you boy
From the mud rocking Gucci boy
Gucci boy

Bitch I dont care I be gunning down all my rivals
Fuck bout any nigga I leave them dead on arrival
Popped straight out of hell
Yes I'm demon like from the bible
Hop up out a coop to a show in Balenciaga's

Uh ay pump
Cocked back what up
Knife
Slice through a nigga like butter
Contemplating how to get the chips okay
In my kitchen whip up with my wrist all day
Goddammit he
Nice
Beat up on the pussy like fight
If you talk tough bullets on sight
I know you see me with the jump like Mike
Uh ay
And I'm riding in the hemi on E
Cookie in the blunt but I smoke with OG's
And I do not give a fuck what you think about me
Like slip not nigga ten toes in these streets
I dont care about nothing
I turn nothing to something
No that pistol dont play talk
Pistol discussion
To your head like concussion
Beat the pussy percussion hey

Bitch I dont care I be gunning down all my rivals
Fuck bout any nigga I leave them dead on arrival
Popped straight out of hell
Yes I'm demon like from the bible
Hop up out a coop to a show in Balenciaga's



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Writer(s): Reece Gumina
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