Seconds

(M1OnTheBeat) Yo, listen (Pro-rec-teron, nact) I'm in the booth right now You know the fuckin' ting If you know then we know (NatsGotTracks) I ain't no commercial rapper, look Man a commercial stabber Yo (Gabbana) It's astonishin' how much man that I've got on my blade I've got man down on the mains Take out guts, I ain't vomitin' (hunch') Name me a guy who's stoppin' him (who?) I can say one thing that I'm promisin' When we buck up the again It'll be way worse than the gang just robbin' him (yeah) If I'm there, I'm definitely choppin' him (yeah, yeah, gabanna) Gettin' him, wettin' him, cheffin' him, ended him If he ain't dead then the cheff that I done was irrelevant Two man up in a German, back road swervin' Score on the opps with elegance (skrrt, skrrt) I done it before Scored on many men, left 'nuff blood on the floor (blah) '022, man don't count bootins and cheffins Unless it's turnin' man corpse (kill him) Pepper down beef, man brutalise them Man's used to knifin', see them, onsight them (yeah) Man's used to borin' (yeah), man put my all in More time when I get 'round there, I'm scorin' on them (baow, baow) Beg man try skrrt on the ends when I'm there Everyone knows what will happen I'll run out of cribs with the largest thing Man see them, vanish, not one (Yo) He's a challenge Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded Only takes one second Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (yuck) Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through Man's rippin' it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (bow, bow) Bought bare dingers from the block (yeah, yeah) Jump in with weapons You know TY's skiddin' it (skrrt) Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded Only takes one second Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (yuck) Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through Man's rippin' it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (bow, bow) Bought bare dingers from the block (yeah, yeah) Jump in with weapons You know TY's skiddin' it (skrrt) If they heard that it was Hunch that cheffed it They won't even question the cheffin' They know that it's peak (that's facts) If you heard Huncho put blades in chest Don't question my ting blud, you know that it's peak (that's facts) Got the whole West side scared of me 'Cah every time I pull up on them, they retreat (pussies) Bruck that, stuff that, buss that No judge when it's hammer unless it's the beat (grrah, grrah) Have you ever had three bad hoes on their knees? Sayin', "Please Huncho, put cocky in me" (yeah, yeah) And then down all three I ain't tryna go home tonight and just beat my meat (haha) But fuck all that Imagine if I caught that little shit on the wing with my fist Would've broke off his chin (baow, baow) Huncho full of rage, I ain't holdin' it in Go opp block on violence and bore man up with my ching (bore, bore) I can step with my wetter, but the Beretta Does look better, with this outfit (it does) You got 60 seconds, I'm countin' Jump out the whip, I'm tryna pronounce him (bap, bap) They say that I'm mental, I went on the pedals The one that's used for the mountains (the mountains) I stepped in the room, he was talkin' the loudest I bored him up, why the fuck are you frownin'? (Bored him, bored him) Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded Only takes one second Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (yuck) Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through Man's rippin' it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (baow, baow) Bought bare dingers from the block (yeah, yeah) Jump in with weapons You know TY's skiddin' it (skrrt) Within seconds, I back my ting, he got shredded Only takes one second Flip that, dip that, twist that, rip that Flesh and guts on the blade in my hand, man smell it (yuck) Bare corn on the P, let opps slide through Man's rippin' it, corn in the mash, get rid of it (baow, baow) Bought bare dingers from the block (yeah, yeah) Jump in with weapons You know TY's skiddin' it (skrrt) Yo, the reason drill's fuckin' censored You know the fuckin' ting CGM to the worl' and back, yeah? Shoot up a nigga now, dickhead Boom