Blade Runner

Murderin beats think I'm Oscar Pistorius
Monday thru Sunday Lil Tavis the goriest
Catch me a charge every time that the chorus hit
Young Ochocinco I catch it I'm scorin bitch
Snorin with bitches you think I imported in
Swagger a bag bruh you can't even afford the shit
Bet you gon back up you see what I'm holdin kid
Ratchet get active like binders it's foldin him
Cough cough cough
Damn this weed be hittin
I keep remixin
The key you gettin
I keep these digits
Inside my business
Can't let these these niggas know nothin
We send in the shawty you fuckin we rushin
You talkin the GOAT then I'm up in discussion
Stop Guy been ridin that shit ain't no bluffin
Bitch I look just the ceiling high
Smellin the weed when I'm peeling by
I ain't got time for no feelings
I stay with my dawgs and my felons for really
Done seen some birds but I ain't been to Philly
Ain't say no words when I'm up in the building
Just stand like a brick wit a fifth and a thang on the hip
Cause I'm prayin a nigga act silly
Bitch I been prayin a nigga fuck wit me
I'm tryna put aimbot up on the semi
I been in my brain for days I'm feelin insane
The change ain't even been healin
But fuck it lil tav still built like a milly
And stay w a shawty who flavor vanilly
I been in the city since 7 and none of y'all stepping
So please do not tell me you feel me
BITCH
Murderin beats think I'm Oscar Pistorius
Monday thru Sunday lil Tavis the goriest
Catch me a charge every time that the chorus hit
Young ochocinco I catch it I'm scorin bitch
Snorin with bitches you think I imported in
Swagger a bag bruh you can't even afford the shit
Bet you gon back up you see what I'm holdin kid
Ratchet get active like binders it's foldin him

Back in the game and I'm feelin importiant
Jizzy to chest make my lungs do accordion
Imminent death by the time I hit 46
I don't pour nothin I'm drinkin a forty bitch
Fly to the orient
I ain't did that but in future I will
Swallow my spill I might put you in will
Sorry I'm toxic, these morals instilled
Who on the call I don't know lemme chill
They can't leave a voicemail I found it's filled
She throwin my shit out the door uncle Phil
We ain't there yet but I could see it happen
Stop on the tat I became a team captain
Tavis n Ew they done came as a package
What up G Oopsie you know that boy magic
Fuck with my boys like a catholic we scrappin like paper
Like paper
That you balled up
Should be in the majors I missed when they called up
31 flavors they call me Ralph Robbins
Sei gon create I'm a bastard and goblin
Runnin the option Tav gonna dip or he pitch it I got it
If it's my song then we gon do the opposite



Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Dixon
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