Glock is tucked but the chopper ain’t
And I’m aiming for the horizon
Fully automatic
Scope is damaged so I plan on everyone dying
Powder residue on my license
Mixed the cocaine with some ricin
Tears of blood roll down my cheeks and I can feel my lips start widening
Now the whole sky’s full of lightning
Now all of the vulture’s arriving to pick at the bones ln the highway
Cover my face up with white paint
I need to hide
The law passing by
Police sirens give me a migraine
Binge drinking only to stir up a purge
Yeah I guess you can call me a lightweight
Hellcat trucks with the forgiato’s
I got fully autos on the night stand
Got a black coat with a TP9 Swiss Uzi B&T the Taliban
These heavy hollows turn em sleepy hollow
No time for sorrow
I’m the black lamb
From the badlands out to japan
Hear it strike lightning when this backhand land damn
I be that half man demigod
That’s why they call me Zeus
Mt. Olympus couldn’t handle us so I’m down with Hades pouring bigger juice
Got a hunnid troops we all takin sips
Drop the coupe top let the chopper spit
When you ten toes ain’t no takin shifts
Ima spin the globe til there’s nothing left
AR chopper hanging like a jury
Brad pitt in a tank
Fury
Pull up tweaking off a lotta meth
Glock 17 shooting prematurely
I was pushing tar up in a hoodie
I been who them boys wanted to be
I’m who you avoid as a juvie
20 kicking doors up in goodbee
Yea
Grey be the flag
My diamonds they brag
I hop in that big body like I do drag
Cancel me please
I rather be banned
Fuck all this rapping I rather go scam
I rather get high
I rather go die
I rather just run and not even try
Revenge in my drake
Pain in my eyes
Nailed to the cross
Burn me alive