Fentanyl

002's, the black and read Geigers

I clap the back his head, rapid lead fire

I don't care what a rapper said, they're liars

They don't want smoke, they pussy, they wouldn't dare try us

(They don't want smoke, ****)

Lambo is black and red, spare buyer (Boom)

Bitch with me look like a early career Mya

Get out of pocket, I'ma crack his egg

Had **** eternally nappin' like he dead tired

Uh, you eternally sleep

I'll leave your mama with the burden of grief

For the words that you speak

Uh, smokin' like B-Real, burnin' Khalif (What up, my ****?)

Two hundred P's, told the plug I'll return every week (I'll be back)

Uh, I don't know where **** heard it was sweet

You throw shots, we returnin' a three (Boom)

I go and shop, I prefer Omar free ('Kay)

I'm in the spot, Gucci socks, purple mink

Even bag the bitch servin' me drinks (Talk to 'em)

Uh, shooters do you dirty for cheap

I'd rather do that murder discreet so **** never heard it was me

I don't fuck with **** so it's real if you heard that we link

Blink on hip, hoppin' out the black Suburban with fleek

Or push the Rover, I got it off the shit I cook with soda

I got in this rap game and I took it over (It's my shit)

Check the stats, homie, look it over

City put on my shoulders

Yeah, right on top where the bullet hole was

Two thousand for the boy slippers (Yeah)

Yeah, Le Chemin Du Roi sippers, no fentanyl, boy flippers

Tanks in the wall got the koi fishes

Oyster dishes, pullin' off in Royces, ****

And I put that on Royce, my ****, I will hoist this blinker

When you talkin' to me, lower your voice, my ****

Yeah, please think it's a game

I will throw all this shit away when I squeeze three in your frame, pussy

You know whassup, ****

I'm back, ****

Yeah, straight like that, ****

Standin' ovation with those nat, ****

You know whassup

Machine, bitch

Eat what you kill, ****