Текст песни Intro - 47shawnn

Niggas got problems we can solve em'
Pull up with a choppa
Gun em down like Osama
Pull up with a tech
And it got a green beam
Imma hit a stain like my name Mr. Clean
Niggas trynna run the bands
Fuck it
Bitch, Bitch I'm the goat
Imma get the pump
And Imma smoke him like a port
Call of duty war zone
Hit em with a rock
I don't milly rock
But I can hide it in my sock

I get the bands every day of the week
I keep me a stick
Like I'm Craig of the creek
You talk shit on Twitter
That shit for the weak
Cause this Glock make you snap
Like I'm sending a streak
Nigga you tweakin'
Just leave me alone
Cause these Rap niggas mad
They won't give me a loan
And I feel like I'm Muzzo I'm back in my zone
And I feel like I'm Kanye
I'm watching the throne
Gucci my body
You smell my cologne
Cause I'm fighting like Rocky
Sylvester Stallone

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
(We going back in? Okay)
I'm stacking my coins
I can get what I like
I'm taking ya bitch
And I give her the pipe
And I feel like a fish
Cause I'm keeping a pole
And your, your girl the devil
She taking my soul

I do what I want
And I get what I want
And I'm taking your head
And I kick it Like punt

Stop saying you real
When you really a bitch
You folded on gang
And these bitches ain't shit
I'm all by myself
It's just me in this bitch
I'm in my own world
And it's lit as a bic
Why don't you want me?
I'm sick of this shit
I'm caught in a net
I'm not talking bout flix
I'm caught up in love
I'm like stuck in a temple
Your bitch gon' sharpen dick like a pencil
Sharpen ya mind
And unfocus the mental
You flipped like a coin
I should call you a Nickel
Feeling like Ku Klux
I don't fuck with niggas
Unless they my brothers
We all squeezing triggers
Throwing a lob like I play for the clippers
I'm trynna see demons
I'll look in the mirror
In love with myself
Yeah I think I'm conceited
I'm all in control
And you Alt
Get deleted
This shit for the birds
When we beefin' you tweetin'
You backing up
Like your hairline is receding
Knock on your door
Like a Jehovah witness
I'm all on ya head
Like a cap that was fitted
You cappin' on gang
And that's not all the truth
I hit her both angles
Not talking acute
Your bitch gon' blow on my dick
Like a flute
She scroll through my gram
And she think that I'm cute
My dick in her mouth
It can put her on mute
Just like an owl
I make her go who?
Fuck who you talking to
Nigga you crazy
I pour up the SEAL
I'm not talking bout' Navy
Fuck who you talking to
Nigga you crazy
I pour up the seal
And then imma get lazy
(You already know what the fuck going on, Bitch)