Skate Aye Adja-, Adjacen, hah I can't (hm-hm), I can't! While she holdin' me back, I told her to give me a second I'm puttin' on my silencer, and it's a force to be reckon I told 'em, "Strip down naked" and to watch where he steppin' If he don't cooperate, we gon' have to fight like it's Tekken While she holdin' me back, I told her to give me a second I'm puttin' on my silencer, and it's a force to be reckon I told 'em, "Strip down naked" and to watch where he steppin' If he don't cooperate, we gon' have to (yuh) fight like it's Tekken (yuh) Like it's Tekken, I be wreckin' TEC, I'll push it through your nose Check my record, make a mess, and then disappear like a ghost That pistol whip through your dome, I'm finger flickin' these hoes That my mission, grab a Smith and that shit gon' rip through your throat In my matte black tee, wit' my matte black blade That TEC-a nina gon' release, I'm gon' crack that safe Run from police, I'm so elite, I'm gon' stack that cake One .223 is all I need, I'm gon' splat that brain Stackin' up my dividends, no, you can't look at this I'm pullin' up with 10 different bitches, that's what this is Ooh, look, we got a new mission We got them troops comin' out a different division, so talk to 'em While she holdin' me back, I told her to give me a second I'm puttin' on my silencer, and it's a force to be reckon I told 'em, "Strip down naked" and to watch where he steppin' If he don't cooperate, we gon' have to fight like it's Tekken While she holdin' me back, I told her to give me a second I'm puttin' on my silencer, and it's a force to be reckon I told 'em, "Strip down naked" and to watch where he steppin' If he don't cooperate, we gon' have to fight like it's Tekken Ah, heh

'Kay I keep, I keep, I keep several Rugers Stendo rulers Send em through ya, huh 'Kay I keep metal tools To bend them rules And bitch I'm booted up My clip gon' never lose or rust Might slip, yo men all losing blood My clique gon' rend and bruise My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer 'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch Crystals on my left wrist Empty out the Tec Case a nigga wanna set trip Pistol pop his head Case that nigga got a death wish Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with Yuh Tell them bitches be quiet Yuh He gon' make me start a riot Yuh Tell them bitches be quiet Yuh He gon' make me Down, set, hut Put that HK through ya gut Shawty told me I'm too mad but shit I love the smell of blood My grip miraculous for that static it's too bad you'll never touch I bet that Glocky make him dance That ratchet make ya double dutch The fuck is up Double vision triple digits on the dash Couple pistols and some niggas got my back Get the picture I could flip a couple racks I get busy with the Glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass 'Kay I keep several Rugers Stendo rulers Send em through ya, huh 'Kay I keep metal tools To bend them rules And bitch I'm booted up My clip gon' never lose or rust Might slip, yo men all losing blood My clique gon' rend and bruise My next tattoo, I get from Lucifer 'Kay I be ridin' with a dead bitch Crystals on my left wrist Empty out the Tec Case a nigga wanna set trip Pistol pop his head Case that nigga got a death wish Simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with

Pissed off devil bet he spit raw Pitchfork pointed at your chest might get your shit rocked Clip long Wrong to think I wasn't what you pricks thought Glick cocked Time to tell your bitch that she can kick rocks cause my dick soft Say you best of us I just laugh at ya I paid sweat and blood for this Saddle up She like sex and drugs So I damage her Like I'm Kakarot and this Dragon Ball I wanna couple mil in my Swiss account Couple years to get it figured So I brung the fear of individuals out Some might wish I took a different route But it's fuck the world I got a priapism Half dead and my lungs hurt But I'll sucker punch you I don't need a reason Death or money whichever comes first My sins unbalanced I don't need a scale You full of fear and malice I'll never be a failure Sing a ballad like Aretha Franklin I'm wreaking havoc on you feeble henchmen You need a pension You stupid bitch Cock hard off a Sudafed I rock stars then I'm shooting shit Got Glock darts for you foolish pricks I'll stab a man and cackle as the rain fall Battle plans and masochism pays off Bloody nose with yo money stole I got a hunnit flows so don't you quit your day job, bitch Being unleashed yeah Makes me wanna feast yeah So if you're in the way best luck you should pray Cause you looking like food yeah So you wanna scrap huh I'll turn ya to scraps then This shit will be fun When I slice you a ton And rip out your back yuh Up it Point it Cock it Blast If he wanna talk out his ass We'll end it right there when the slugs knock him fast Why he talk like we same level It's clear that he reaching So he getting leveled Mush the fuck like he a pebble He messing with boulders by the way he done crumbled Aye we hop in whips to seek trouble I grip on the clutch and a metal When we down the window just know you'll get sizzled foe when You're in my sight that you stumbled It's clear I'm surrounded by snakes So when I shed them they'll turn in to flakes I'll have fun with these niggas when I'm scorching these niggas Swear to god when I stake out their place Pissed off devil bet he spit raw Pitchfork pointed at your chest might get your shit rocked Clip long Wrong to think I wasn't what you pricks thought Glick cocked Time to tell your bitch that she can kick rocks cause my dick soft

Bitch you need to back up We movin in silence we don't act tough Ak fuckin kick don't get clapped up If You ain't gotta army better pack up Bitch You all on my dick and I don't even know your name She blowing up my phone because she think I'm playing games You ain't save no money that's why you sit at home and pout I go and make it happen I don't need to run my mouth Cause I let the strap talk Bitch I let the strap talk We shoot real guns don't play airsoft 223s you chop cheese now yo face gone Dickhead It's no room at The table you can't come and sit wit me Stop posting them old pictures cause that shit is history They tryna slow me down but they can't get that close to see I hope you find a writer cause you need it desperately Bitch you need to back up We movin in silence we don't act tough Ak fuckin kick don't get clapped up If You ain't gotta army better pack up Bitch