Fuck 'Em

Forty so spiritual make you get woke
My choppa gon murder cause that's what she wrote
I call him a temple that nigga gon run

She said that she hot, get out of the
sun
I call him my neighbor that nigga so good
That nigga named Jake not talking bout State Farm

Carry eight Glock's like an octopus They look at me and say "bro why the fuck you got eight arms"
I don't know I'm dangerous
Damn, and my flow is contagious

Damn, not a nigga to play with
Damn
Look, I'm bout to snap
Goddamn

Not talking bout Chris but you will get slapped
The seven, five, seven put that on the map
Them niggas got big mouths all of them yap
Damn, all of them yap

They call me Bugs Bunny cause when I pull I'm screaming "yo it's opp season"
Killing for reasons
Bro is not gang I call him a heathen

King of the universe call me "lil Steven"
I am a god that you don't believe in
You got me first I'm bout to get even (damn)

Tag your it, nigga got mad he throwing a fit
Not talking bout closet
Go to the bank and I make a deposit
Jump in the pussy like it was a mosh pit

Bro is a failure not talking faucet
I got a backpack I'm bout to floss it (damn)
You know I be flossing
Like a cartoon you know I be crossing-over

Glock got a chip on it's shoulder
I fall and get up they call me a soldier
I'm stacking this paper I don't need a folder
My choppa got moods that be switching, bipolar

I feel like I'm Rosie
All of these hoes they be in my head my mind is still ringing
Yo Nas use autotune
Bitch I don't know how to sing so stop forcing me to start singing

Yo mind In the gutter
My choppa so smooth, my choppa pull hoes it's smoother than butter

I'm just like no other
Yo shoutout to KTMA you know that that nigga my brother