Lyrics Animalistic Behavior - OOHZEE

I been riding round and murder teaming
That burner squeezing
That purp and codeine OG fiending
Dirty work the dash and dealing
She say she hungry she gon swallow seaman
Catch you bumping oohzee cruising down the block like every weekend
Now I'm bussin out the bando Lambo
That Rambo ammo
They hiding with the matching camo
They cannot handle
I been up on my bullshit for a minute
Watch me kill the beat
Jinchuriki the flow
On the metronome I'm killer bee
Riding round the projects do the hammer dance
Bussin bougie bitches
Get the digits for the ambulance
I stay steady sippin
Scotty Pippin with the veterans
They all new to this shit
Writing writtens with Bananagrams
And I'm that hip hop gladiator
Welcome to the terror dome
Went to meet my maker and that muthafucka sent me home
Semi to the dome
What's wrong, never seen the chrome?
We speak in code cuz they tapping on the telephone
God dammit I'm winning
But If I ain't at the top then you know I'm not finished
Yeah I been on a mission ever since I seen the vision
The day I charge commission just to wash my dirty dishes
Used to cast some dope lines now they sleeping with the fishes
If you ain't day 1 stay the fuck up out my business
Better learn to keep your distance
Cuz that red dot never missin
I'm dismissive with these bitches
Whippin bricks up in my kitchen
I'm going stupid on the composition
And it must suck to be my competition
Cuz every track I spit a fucking prison
Enough bars to keep the game on lock
Yeah that's enough bars to keep the whole game straight
And while you saying grace I be eating off of your dinner plate
Filet Mignon I used to microwave that minute steak
15 of the fame you bet I don't show up a minute late
I ain't got no time to waste
Only time for making haste
Welcome to a game where you're replaced the second you feel safe
You been nada
My girl Prada
That's all demon
Comma to comma
What's the problem?
They all scheming
I got the choppa
Blocka blocka
They not speaking
They ain't even know what a project is
The context is
They speaking outta context bitch
No common sense
You really cannot contest this
Told em I wouldn't kill the game but after this there's no promises

Oooh
I've been riding round with dirty sprite, semi strapped, it's bout to be that kind of night
Yeah
Señoritas put your hands up
Call me papi fuck your mans up

I been on my shit like two four seven
If your scale from 1-10 you might wanna make it 11
Every time I spit a line it's like the fucking Armageddon
I'm a let em catch they breathe and then I'll take it next second
I'm a muthafuckin weapon
Put your hands down I ain't answering your questions
Class is now session let me teach you all a lesson
When your studio in heaven every track is like a blessing
I got show money
Dope money
The flow honey
Bars slow on that common cold get the nose runny
And stop fronting you not gunning
The clip jammed
Rappers on my radar go MIA from this hit man
Who called the cops?
Who has fucking with ops?
Who jealous my chain got the rocks?
Who on your block?
Who new to city but still call the shots?
Who got the Glock?
Who stacking guap on the guap?
Bitches like pigeons I swear they gon flock
All these red dots
Looks like you got chicken pox
Looks like you got chicken pox
If I ever said that I was kidding just know that I'm not
No time for these games
Barely got time to talk
All up in my brain and I'm losing my thoughts
Popping these pills till the day that I drop

I don't know about you baby
But I need a rider
That animalistic behavior got me so excited
Imma take you out your circle
Imma take you out it