Prompt / Lyrics
I don’t play no games bitch this shit is what I do I make moves you all talk leave you gassed up like Jews POSTED ON YOUR BLOCK KAMAKAZIE YOUR WHOLE CREW LEAVE EM COLD YALL OVERDUE you know we keep them tools see a Opp get opped out try me ima pop out IMA KEEP THE GLOCK OUT SPIN THE BLOCK TO ROCK OUT SHEELS FEELING HOT NOW YOU RUNNING OUT YOUR SOCKS NOW I don’t need no shooter bitch I shoot that shit myself you can see me 1 on 1 bitch cause I don’t need no help tried to keep it cool you playing with me send your ass to hell leave yo body rotten in the woods ain’t no one sense the smell you believe yo bitch but she the one that kiss and tell you got problems I got problems we can get that shit dealt creep up on him with the stealth don’t give a fuck bout how you felt let this fire hit his face and we gon watch his skully melt I know what she wants it’s in my pants below the belt FUCK IT ISSA MURDER THIS THAT SHIT I ALWAYS FELT IF ITS EVIL THAN IM MOVING LIKE AN EAGLE HAWK EM DOWN, HEAD TAPPER, HEAD SNAPPA PULL THESE BITCHES WAVES BACKA I let these bitches slide but now they getting on my nerves you gon get what you deserve we spin the block and hit reverse if I say then I mean it bitch this ain’t just a verse if he wanna come test and me ima send em to the nurse loading up the Drac 100 rounds will get dispersed hit his chest and make it hurt semi automatic burst CAUSE WE LURKIN IN THE FIELD CAUSE WE READY FOR THE MURK bitch I’m aiming for the head but I be giving out these toe tags on another mans dick is where you find your hoe at try me and the gang we stomp em out like a door mat I got alot of nice shit bitch you can’t afford that come through and hit em with a raging fist rollin up blunts with the team right now got my eyes looking just like an Asian kid I been up on the low staying off the grid hit the gas when I floor it I’m a bull like a Taurus give em hooks like a chorus feeling like I’m Zac Morris rollin green like a forest got my vision distorted the shit I do important I’m whippin up in a foreign with the gang finna ride I’m feeling like im A Morgan who’s the fuckin greatest is it me while I might be looking down the scope only time that I sight see tunnel vision this a call of duty like it’s activision acclimated to the fact I’m living what they fabricated every shot is calibrated charged up caffeinated I see the rap game looking dry it’s over saturated (woah) fuck with gang lil hoe (die slow) everybody knows better drop get low when I come through with the flow that they can’t reach this the kind of level of rap that you can’t teach I’m perfect if you really want it you can do it just knowin the power of what’s worth it I don’t write bars I don’t write no verses I just put my life on a beat when I speak take these beats and I put em in hearses I’m the one to the Air but I don’t wear forces
Tags
Rage, trap, heavy 808s, dark chime bells, piano keys, synth trap beats, rap
Duration
2:40
Instrumental
No
Created
12/13/2025