Lyrics

Woah, Kenny Step aside I'm going to show you how it's done Hit it (okay) My bitch bad like battle rappers that make albums with no outcome X the middleman, no Malcolm Where's the Talcom? Powder, what I smack niggas Palm itchin', Napalms, we bomb business Battle the strategist, it's just a game of battleship Nayvadious the futuristic version of an avid kid Actavis, everybody lean on me Got them bags full of goodies like I'm CeeLo Green Who the fuck tryna mob out? I been on my job, no need to call out Turn your crib into a game of Fallout You put me in the water, bet I crawl out Alligator swag, can't do with the navigator swag (indirection) Viewer discretion upon my beat selection You came with aggression, now your neck gon' need protection (Py-pyrotechnics) Watch 'em come with the waterhose Make it rain on the bitch, that's how you water hoes Make it rain with the clip for those that all oppose Put they face in the box inside a centerfold Fire flows like I'm red and white Mario Zeltron out the barrio, cold as Ontario These niggas hysterical, I'm historical I am the oracle, I been know what's in store for you No, wait I told you, that you can't fuck with this Py-pyrotechnics This is God-level
Writer(s): Denzel Curry, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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