I buried those cuckaroos!
Fresh off the fuckin' label
The world is mine, it's like
sniff it off the fuckin' table
Sayin' fuck you to hang up the phone on
I used to be a soldier, yo
I used to be a chauffeur, yo
I'm in bulletproof postures, bitch
You never could kill a fire -breathing
dragon with a dome -shot faggot
But I could make you spray
yourself with your own glock
How the fuck you the king of the west when you
ain't welcomed on your own block?
I'm just warming up on you niggas,
Motherfuckers got mohawks
I mean, what it do though,
Yeah, I'm just hittin' the speed
Doin' jumpin' jacks, man,
hittin' burpees on niggas, man
Just warmin' up on you niggas, man
Nuclear bombs and warheads
Camouflage in my war gear
Niggas can wait four more years
I'll give you motherfuckers a pallbearer
Dig a hole and bury niggas,
Got my soul, I'll hail merry niggas
Sick of all these man -pushed,
mohawk -wearing fairy niggas
Rappers bangin' on wax to hit the
West and become scary niggas
Glock proved it, you tuned it
This gang -banging shit is more than music
So miss me with that swoop shit
Blood, my niggas snoop, what it do?
Next bullet jewels with tattoos like
But I'm a trap star, rap star like