Showdown
Back in town I gotta throw down
I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now
I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round
No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out
Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now
Okay its myself vs these motherfuckers
Funny shit they on Chris Tucker
How you feelin'? Never better
Myself vs these motherfuckers
Trappin in the Ville, the gutter
That's your bitch, no more, I fucked her
Myself vs these motherfuckers
Bitch I feel like I'm El Chapo, I got all the Guapo
She calling me Flacko
That bitch that you thought you was with, yea I hit her a while ago
She took too many photos
Why she do the least when every time she really do the most
Why she do the most, cuz nah I don't know
I can't every fold on no bitch ass hoe
Running up shit I'm gone, I'm gone
Shooting with instinct, Ace in the hole
I know that I got a whole lotta flows
For this one I don't know which one I chose
I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits
I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits
Fuck it, I'm going I'm going I'm going
Foot on the pedal, there's no slowing
I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits
I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits
When I fly home I feel like the shit
When I'm
Back in town I gotta throw down
I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now
I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round
No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out
Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now
I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now
I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round
No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out
Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now
Okay its myself vs these motherfuckers
Funny shit they on Chris Tucker
How you feelin'? Never better
Myself vs these motherfuckers
Trappin in the Ville, the gutter
That's your bitch, no more, I fucked her
Myself vs these motherfuckers
Bitch I feel like I'm El Chapo, I got all the Guapo
She calling me Flacko
That bitch that you thought you was with, yea I hit her a while ago
She took too many photos
Why she do the least when every time she really do the most
Why she do the most, cuz nah I don't know
I can't every fold on no bitch ass hoe
Running up shit I'm gone, I'm gone
Shooting with instinct, Ace in the hole
I know that I got a whole lotta flows
For this one I don't know which one I chose
I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits
I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits
Fuck it, I'm going I'm going I'm going
Foot on the pedal, there's no slowing
I'm at a show its a whole lotta pits
I'm at a show its a whole lotta hits
When I fly home I feel like the shit
When I'm
Back in town I gotta throw down
I pull up, I turn it to a fucking show now
I stay lit, I'm going crazy every year round
No I can't forgive you when you got your tears out
Motherfuckers talking shit, bitch don't play with me now
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Writer(s): Ethan Chiang
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