Volatile

Trying to work on my flow, that's why I'm sounding real slow
Put the chrome to your dome, pull up straight to your home
I'm only twenty years old but it's my time to blow
Only fourteen when I did my first show, so why you fronting bitch
Acting like I ain't the shit, had three shows before you was sick (Covid) you acting like You know it, I keep it fully loaded, pressure posted, I get the beef and I fucking roast it Get your girls face and I fucking fully coat it
(HaHa)
You can act like you want
Nothing but a chump
Leave your ass at the dump
Take your ash like a bump
Leave your girl in a slump

I already know what I got, running off 3 hours of sleep and a NOS, not running shit but I Feel like a boss, my ex girl left me seems like a loss
Get my name out your mouth. Bitch you need to floss
Sitting on my dick like I'm Santa clause
What's the clause and effect
I come for your neck
In the rap for a check
Or to get my name in everyone's deck
What's next
What's left
One theft, two shots to your chest
I know it's hard to digest, I'm obsessed
With being dope, don't make my homie get a rope, leave your body in a slope, daddy Starting to cope, I know your girl single, let my homie poke, I just know don't nobody Want The smoke

All up on my dick, like a tick, why you starting shit
You're looking like a lick
Pull up 5 deep, sounding real discreet, creeping the street, riding the beat only mother Fucker who can make it without a feat

Call me nike how I get the check, pull up with some guns make your boys hit the fucking Deck, make em rethink how they rep the set, double back, live my rap, get robbed, get it Back, this is the return of the RAD