Uppercut

(Fallen) Aye, yeah, aye Your bitch sit next to me, she know I'm crazy, I'm an animal (rah) She throw that ass back, like she launched it out a catapult Me, my crew pull up and turn the party to a fashion show (shit) Fuckboy wanna act up shatter windows, when the hammers go (rah) Smokin' on some flammable, bitch all we blow is gas (ss, ss) Never catch a case bitch, 'cause I always wear a mask Hit your bitch with mean pipe Then I bounce 'cause this ain't date night (yeah) Call me Young Chris Hanson, I'll catch you slippin' like it's Dateline Ain't afraid to catch a charge (nah) Sniper rifle, pick 'em off (pow) Night ride on a pussy, like my last name Hasslehoff (beep, beep) Fuck your father, your mother, your brother, sister and cousin When I pull up on your block, I'm droppin' bodies in dozens Hey, Wavehi, why these bitches always wanna test us? (Why?) I'll turn on the autopilot and do a drive-by in a Tesla Stationed down in Mexico, it's a every day fiesta (brah) Bitch, I scam my clientele like my fuckin' name, Bethesda (yeah) Fuck a bitch, fuck a pussy, fuck a cop and fuck a judge Fuck the hatred, fuck the sadness, fuck your feelings, fuck the love You can feel how you want about me, 'cause I do not give a fuck (yeah) Don't bang my line, no more, motherfucker, 'cause I ain't pickin' up Feelin' how you feelin' (yeah) And you sayin' what you sayin' (what you sayin') I'ma meet you in the cement Bring that blade like Ninja Gaiden I might have to call you blanket way I swing you from the railing Quit your playing, I derail it Picture perfect, I'm a failure (fucked up) Yeah, I'm coming to your block and leaving with your bitch Speaking to his face, I call him Corpse, because he whispering Grew up playing Metal Gear Solid, so I'm a syndicate That shit I hear you talking, boy, I do not think you living it My flow so unlimited Hit that clutch, I'm spinning it I'm too rare, I'm limited Young Mandel, I'm winning it I make this money, adjust to the internet, bitch Boy, hit the breaks or you hitting the ditch Bryan Ortega, I'm popping his disc Shout out to Nas because life is a bitch Inspired my feelings in rapping like this Ever since they play me, let me out my cage I been switching up these flows just like my name was Ellen Page Bitch Say my name, you gon' say shit (shit) I'm on j-a-s-i-a-h, I'ma break shit Now I'm upping the pace just to break shift Skrrt, you wasted Wipe him off the map, like a blank disc Beat so heavy that it gave your girl face lift Rush it and you get basted I ain't 'posed to rap, I ain't famous If I'm gonna die, I'm gon' say shit Before I'm sleeping underneath the pavement I don't even care about your payment I only say it once because, I don't make miss Paying for your plays, yeah I think that that's a fake hit Shawty hit my phone and she told me that her room vacant If I want it, I might take it, if I don't, then I'ma fake it It's like- Argh, urgh, I'm out of service Matter fact I'm lying I do not think you worth it It's clear, I'm-, (burr)