Hope you don't mind, but could you tell me-

Where the hell is the boss?!

Yeah, yeah

(Buck, should I get it?)

New watch on my wrist

Two tone, look like ENA

With the bros, we just better

Get 'em red, this ain't henna

If it's guap, I get hella

**** talk, bitch I'm fed up

With this chop, I'm a god

He get blocked, like umbrella

Okay, okay

Don't run from the scope, I get you caught

Double pump, It get 'em knocked

Fake demon, you's a fraud

I been gettin' blues since I was like 12, but ain't no cop

Bitch, I spin then spin again

I'm raining hell up on this drop

Never love a thot

I may take yo bitch, she at my place, she fell in love with cock

Parents think I'm rude, think I'm too evil cause I cuss a lot

Blabber mouth, I'm know to keep on goin', like the throttle hot

Heat up to his shirt just like an Iron

Do that boy like Benson, get 'em fired

Ra-ra-rappers wack as fuck, they sound retired

I spit better shit when tired

Talking down, I spin his shit like tires

Money come in multipliers

Get him hot just like a lighter

And if it's really war you want

Okay, let's get it on

I may go crash up in yo shit, just like the Pentagon

Fuck you if you aren't me, bitch I been the bomb

Bitch I'm doing what I please, I don't get fucks involved

I can never sleep, I can never rest

'Till on top, I'm the best, if I'm not, cut my neck

He get shot, if he step

Bro got shot, burn his chest

Get him popped, feel like egg

It's a Glock, on my head

It's a Glock, in my arm

Flint and steel, I'mma spark

Undertale, split his heart

Up my rank, up the charts

I can't stop, only start

You a dunce, you a narc

Play your roles, play your part

You ain't shit, won't go far

Bitch I do it for the art

All these ****, they pretending

I put together bars before I even form a sentence

It's chrome up on my body

Like a samurai, Kenshin

I make the spot jump like spring when I step in

Watch on my wrist

Two tone, look like ENA

With the bros, we just better

Get 'em red, this ain't henna

If it's guap, I get hella

**** talk, bitch I'm fed up

With this chop, I'm a god

He get blocked, like umbrella

Okay, okay

Don't run from the scope, I get you caught

Double pump, It get 'em knocked

Fake demon, you's a fraud

I been gettin' blues since I was like 12, but ain't no cop

Bitch, I spin then spin again

I'm raining hell up on this drop

Haha!, are you kidding?, I hate this stupid job!