[Verse]
Woo bitch
Boutta' hit 'chu with another one
Slidin' out the swamp
With a motherfuckin' Tommy Gun
Poppin' off at double crossin'
Pussy-footin' toddlers
Sniff the plagiarism, bitch
You bout to meet the author
Heinous, heinous
Homie know we shameless
FuccBoi crew ruthless
Stay away, bitch
Play this tape
If you looking for greatness
The hook got you
Shakin' for days
It’s blatant
We got ether for your speakers
Little kid, you in the deep end
Sinking to the bottom of the barrel
Where you breathe in the flow
Made of unstable chemicals
Labels disabled and fading away
Who’s the next to go?
Betrayed by the game
All the rules became flexible
Who needs the truth
When it’s no longer credible
Flex on the youth
And get put on the pedestal
Flow be so lethal
It hits you like fentanyl
[Verse 2]
Woo bitch
Boutta hit 'chu with another one
Slidin' out the swamp
With a motherfuckin' Tommy Gun
Robbie Lawler
Rockin' Tommy boxers
In the fucking ring
Body droppin'
Like a fuckin' hommie bud
It ain’t no thing
Kiss the rings bitch
We out here mobbin' in the corridors
Shining like a diamond
And I’m grinding like a Morbid Florist
Eating all the porridge
Like I’m motherfuckin' Goldilocks
Devoid of all endorphins, hoe
I’m barely even holding on
[Bridge]
All my homies
On some other shit
Fuck sounding like these other kids
Show me something hype
To fit the vibe when we ridin'
Watch these snakes
Slither out from where they hidin'
Just to try and bite it
Aye
All my homies
On some other shit
Fuck sounding like these other kids
Show me something hype
To fit the vibe when we ridin'
Watch these snakes
Slither out from where they hidin'
Just to try and bite it
Aye
[Verse 3]
Woo bitch
Boutta hit 'chu with another one
Slidin' out the swamp
With a motherfuckin' Tommy Gun
Got no competition
If you trying, that’s some funny stuff
Ain’t nobody touching
What we pumpin' through the fuckin' subs
Nothing but funky flows
To get you freakin' on the floor
Young gun’s grown up
Becoming a voice that you all adore
Scandalous
A rappin-rascal sick as cancer
Fresh to death and kickin ass'
You're in for 1337 treats
If you repeat these sweet speeches
And keep all ill intent at bay
As you blast these tracks
On repeat play
Discreet ain't what I'm going for anymore
I'm aiming for your fucking heart
With everything I have in store