Taliban

Made an account in yo name and hit for 20 bands
Fuck some clout and some fame, bitch I'm a money man
You hear FN's and Drac's when we coming in
We gon empty the place, like the Taliban
Your bitch at college, she gettin dicked by the D1s
Just ran out exotic, I need to hit the Bumfeet plug
If it ain't Benihana, then I ain't finna eat up
All the opps' dropping, need to clean the fucking streets up
We done fucked around and turnt em red
Heard yo bitchass hit the feds
We gone go and send his snitch ass, to the fucking med
Y'all still ain't get back for ya fucking mans
Damn, I predicted that
We done sent a few hits, y'all ain't hitting back
We done took a few blicks, where y'all weapons at
Oh shit, he sliding right now, let me get the strap

Saw an Opp walking round begging for spare change
Smoked his ass, then fucked his bitch in the same-day
Bitch I been up ten in the eighth grade
Bullets lined his dumbass up, gave him a ten fade
He a horny bastard, go and send a whore on him
Bullets dropped his ass, we went and put the floor on him
My shooter lil boujee, so I had to put some more on him
Fuck it though, he on his ass for 5 bands
All the opps' in the crib, scraping up weed crumbs
I just smoked a zip of Bumfeet, I got weak lungs
I just might go put down the pole and go beat some
All the opps' borderline homeless
Took his fucking wok, thank god, I was jonesing
Told bro don't crash out, stay focused

But if I see a Opp, then you know I gotta blow it
Get you hit up in yo top, get you hit wit heavy pole sticks
And I'm shipping za, got my shit from coast to coast bitch
Had enough of the wok, told my bitch to get some mo' Tris
10 bands all blues, you ain't never seen that
3 grams, big woods, that's the Bumfeet pack
Tryna run up in my hood, make you run so fast
Ion say a single word, but the gun gon' clap
You rollin' mids, that shit basic
Don't ask me for a hit imma face it
I'll teach you how to get rich in a vacant
My shooters run up with them sticks and they paint shit