Tomahawk!

Here me out dude
This shit is some gas
CB did
(Gas!)
CB did shoot it, he shooting
They didn't expect this

This beat bouta summon eruption
A volcanic summit, the heat got me blushing
All the weak panic in sync like Titanic
Cuz I'll go gigantic and shrink 'em to nothing

Think that I'm bluffing

These kids wanna know me like I'm baking muffins
Blow me, you're fake as the shake that you're puffin'
I'll flip the bird if a case get me cuffed
And y'all don't want words 'cuz I've heard 'em enough

Tasting my cake while y'all digging for files
This bitch said she triggered she just in denial
My actions eight figures but play 'em for free
Tap laugh at my pictures, that's traction for me

CB!
I make it happen like Shyamalan, dawn to the dusk
She ask what song is on, tell her that's us
(Oh shit, really?)
Like the bong, she lit up
Eat this shit right after Ramadan
I'm going on and on
Tomahawk chopping if y'all talking cuts
Got their jaws dropping while ashing and passing these asses
Like all the hash up in these blunts

Up in the front while they sniffing a line
Those dunces are capping
I'm doing just fine
Nitpick my rapping
My shit sick and slapping
Stand up you prick
Why don't you spit a rhyme?

Wait, I don't have time but I'm man of the hour
I'm in demand like the strain of my flower
This dude said "You can't, you won't, you'd never"
(Pussy)
Bro, you're a coward
I got the power
I got a plug with some shrub that's too sour
I took a mugshot and looked like a stud
And my eyes were bloodshot and I hadn't showered

Boss of the game, call me Bowser
I put the sauce on the flame and devour
My name in the pot, I stir a lot
And while the block hot
I'm plotting where I'll put my tower

I wrecking ball you rednecks
Who bed wet
And bounce checks
My headset, that new tech
And the sound pound like good sex
I box clowns like FedEx when Halloween is next week
I ball, I flex when I speak
Do it all with tongue in cheek
(Sheesh!)

CB!
I make it happen like Shyamalan, dawn to the dusk
She ask what song is on, tell her that's us
(Oh shit, really?)
Like the bong, she lit up
Eat this shit right after Ramadan
I'm going on and on
Tomahawk chopping if y'all talking cuts
Got their jaws dropping while ashing and passing these asses
Like all the hash up in these blunts

Tomahawk, tomahawk with the impale
Mazel tov baby, I'm wishing you well
Popping off, dropping these bars like they're hail
When you're done seeing stars then I'll see you in Hell
When I'm done I'll be far out where you call Oasis
Sipping some rum with a J that I'm facing
Trip on the bay with BAE, blow kissy faces
And that's just the basis of what the kid chasing