Wolfram

That derelict rap Cam's rapping like Heroin's back My merits is stacked Ain't no one comparin' to that You pussy niggas gettin' clapped Once the derringer snap They swearin' you wack So why you even darin' the pack? You ain't a match boy My power level stayin' at max I stay with a Pax Tell your girl I'm willing to pass But she thirsty, I had to tell her Chill and Relax I'm peeling the caps with gats That John Dillinger swag I'm willing to brag The photo spread, I'm killing the mag I'm grinnin', you mad I heard your writtens, you penning that trash That shit is just sad You should walk around in a mask I with a masseuse, getting loose Yeah she feel on my ass Old Money, vintage whips I'm just avenging my past My foot on the gas You deadweight? I pull up with bags I pull up for cash I'm Ramadan-in', I'm moving too fast I'm hungry Fuck that lunch meat Want steak with the mash You figured you'd last? I laugh dawg, I figured you gassed The trigger get blast The firearm is bigger than Vash The furs on me Why you think I came with the Mack? I'm sippin' henny Stark laced me up with a flask Now watch me dip, I'm 'bout shift Catch my drift in a Jag Skrrt Skrrt, the I dash Rob a bank, T-boned the fucking whip But ya boy just escaped from the crash Hit the jeweler and ask For a link with some mass Heavy Pull up in that drop top Chevy boy I'm heavy! Twenty thousand pound gold chain boy I'm heavy! Whole squad launching all them rounds y'all ain't ready! Fuck ya stomping grounds, I wear the crown bitch that's heavy! Pull up in that drop top Chevy boy I'm heavy! Twenty thousand pound gold chain boy I'm heavy! Whole squad going all them rounds y'all ain't ready! Fuck ya stomping grounds, I wear the crown bitch that's heavy!