(Verse)
Drive-by rap, it's all good
This is how wicked got f**ing up with boyz in da hood
You forgot, I got misunderstood, I said it at a steep pace
? in the making like a Dr. Dre release date
Fate takes great mix with bullet ride
Full of sh**, spittin', starvin' artists, this is do or die
You and I how to slide on a tree know to fact
Talkin' on the internet will neva let ya pull the sack
Rap game like I'm for another cap it off
Chess game with ya brain, call me Gasparov
Pa**ed it off the legends, don't try to stop me
I can harbor hobby homiken(?), the laba like the Liberacci
Flow sloppy, show's hip-hop
Punch you in the neck then break the plastic off yo smash mock
Smash cats on the record, we the best out
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Hit ya with da mic then give ya automatic meth mouth
(Hook: scratches)
I don't f** around
I don't f** around
(Verse)
I be swingin' at you punks on sight
I'm goin' Dunmer, teachin' y'all to stunt, alright?
Because as soon as I jump on mics, I got the whole spot
Bouncin' like the hidden speed bumps all night
But I'm f**in' sick, I swear I'm comin' down with somethin', b**h
Eatin' sour cream and all the chips off of ya mother's pit
So check my horoscope, it says I'm rather flow than dope
Grab my phone charger and strangle you with the chord and choke
The f**in' like outta ya.
Wrap you with an orion to rug and moe you off
At the second floor of the Fountain Blue
Take the elevator down and then I enter my vehicle
And roll yo a** of a good measure
Line choke, totally full of you now that my line broke
Who the f** are you to tell me that I'm not a psycho?
(Hook: scratches)
I don't f** around
I don't f** around