Gun Harmonizing (feat. KXNG Crooked)

Somebody lift me up, yeah

And give me a hand

Give me a ride, I'm flying off the highway

There's a curve in the road

I don't know where I'm going

Verbalizing my theme, murder

Communicating while you debating using machine squirters

Brr-rat, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a ****

That four-fifth, lift a **** whole clique up

The Lord call for our soul, it's time to go, pick up

Answer the horn, its blowing at you, you cold stiffer

My heat, heating my whole hip up

All we do is court strippers

Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper

I ride around with Preem

Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from DWYCK

'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert

Eagle for y'all people, like the wing's the clip

And the barrel's the beak, my apparel is fleece

I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh deceased

Like if Spawn was rhymin', and I would advise you

Not to tempt her, new temptations, the gun harmonizing

Every bullet's a note

I write with a firing pen

Every time that trigger pull, it's a quote

Inside a booth full of smoke, sniffin' lines of that gunpowder

I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat

And a turtleneck, the best rapper alive

Could be the best rapper that died , I'm murderous

If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal, I'm wild

A **** better than me is who I ain't heard of yet

So I ain't murdered yet, he ain't even been born

His momma's a virgin, she ain't even fertile yet

Prepare to get back, next time you take a shit

Stand and turn around and look in the toilet

Then compare me to that

Don't compare me to none of these

Motherfuckin' wannabe hustlers

Tough until they standing in front of me duckin'

It's off with you head, ****

'Less you one of the Dodgers

We sound off as one, we gun harmonize

This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful

And if the best rapper died, we'd be sitting at Nickel's funeral

But we ain't dying 'cause out trigger finger nail you

As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles

I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber

Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber

Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod

As sure as Satan's tongue lying to God

Everybody dying

It's like you're standing in a circular firing squad

Singers for hire, I find him a job

You see the gauge baritone, the revolver's a tenor

Way the shots spin in your body, I'ma call 'em The Spinners

Call 'em Earth, Wind and Fire

Put you beneath the earth, wind and fire

Feel the fire burnt Richard Pryor

I'm keeping two guns. I named 'em Romeo and Juliet

Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set