Pulp Fiction

Suppressors stickin out the tesla, the hit was super quiet

And y'all didn't hear them shooters comin so now all you losers dyin

Y'all don't win shit y'all **** on a losers diet

This that lyricism that separate me from the dudes that tryin

**** is not this,

Y'all watered down

I got juice when i pop shit

They dread me cause i got this shit on lock bitch

Don't get it twisted i will fade a ****

..I sound good

She tryna taste a ****

Haters tryna delay a ****

But this my race

Smokin blunts the size of batons

You Ont think I'm one of them ones from the way i write **** you wrong

This orientation, this not a song

So when you fwm you know what to expect

Adams apples, veins, and collar bones

Im at yo neck

Wylin for respect

I'm comin to collect

Fantom sent the right shit so I'm comin correct

A shot to yo face then yo stomach is next

Give game to the youngins and i run wit the vets

Whoever you could think of, they not fuckin wit me

Like A scary movie, I be clowin on beats so they don't want It wit me

I'm on the way the realest comin wit me

Big steppers wit big pepper cause assault

Gettin it crackin Shoot thru ya jacket and rip leather

My Balls swing, I'm the big teather

I been Ill i won't get better

Cough cough

**** hawwwk spit

Constipated, you **** not shit

A terrible out fielder they way i drop hits

My presence special i gotta gift

On the mic', I'm tight son', i gotta lisp,

That mean i gotta spit

You violate then i gotta trip

Like gps and suitcases

I been workin like a mf but I'm not tied like shoelaces

Great vision like two lasics but you basic

Spit like Tabaccoo and like toothpaste

Fallacio while the coupe race, shit