El Pistolero (Remix feature Just...

I'm done playing with yall.

One last time

Crispy, tewsly.

Feelin' frisky, let's burn there city and make them feel guilty, slyde us bombs

Or strap the bombs across us like kamikaze

 

Solarflare, need to grow a pair, then hold them there,

Y'all pocked the bear.

Wealth said he fucked my bitch

Fallsway still says I don't rhyme, like shit?

Should ,I, rhyme ,an entire, "see em?" ,sentence?

Shh, good, time ,my ,cannon ,fire ,become, tendance.

Look ,like, thy, stand in-side the, peace of, vengeance.

Thats why you wanna be sharks are finished (fin-ished ha)

Your pen game trash

My pin game Stabs

Yall sensie's ass.

Then he lost amigo.

Well actually, after he Battled me, he lost half his team, oh

I beat the breaks, off blacks, whites and Latinos.

Next time you quote, make sure it's what I wrote

Because if you coming for my throat

With something that came out of it

But get it wrong stay out of it.

As long as the wrong coward exist, I'll drown em in piss.

I love the sound of screams from those who touch kids.

Are you kidding gen.

Then hoast the betterment of blacks

Niggas gotta get to choppin' like it was a solar flare

Gotcha givin' karma so you wanna care about droppin a loner motor

Got him to go over there on the roller coaster, swear that you dare

On talkin' about mother closer to the shell to empty the bear my NOIR,

This ain't season six, lemme spoil the oil, let my s6 recoil and refoil over twenty

Petty three months since you saw the season, since they suck dicks and keep oil

As a heat oil, I couldn't help but see one beaten, see one run for freedom but his funds

Are cheap, grab a seat to the beat and hear one be blunt, with a grunt he's done weaken

To a stunned punk, punt him and his week weep to a peep, peek the peak around the demon

But I'm tweakin' in my twenties and he couldn't reload a seep gen twenty,

Get ready to be done as an Mc, anyone carries a double barrel forty,

Drink it down at the creek, half the story he varies, families couldn't crumble, kick

Y'all to the curb, think before you sink, seek for help freak cause they live in fantasies couple

Of mumble rappers try to humble be, watch them double me, they shrink while they say "I stink" s

Pastors try to get me to play shoots n' ladders, they struggle to match my hustle, chrage

At my trappers, but all they think I do is give them cappers, but they couldn't believe dodge

You will drivin' a dodge, but hey drop the Irving in your swervin'

Drop you like Irving, servin' and curvin' all the cursin' like I'm turnin'

Pop a box of tupac's flow in me cause I'm at the shop, burnin'

All your fairy tales when he wakes I wouldn't overwrought the afterthought

Of how much M3 I carry, so while you say your the MVP, I fought a lot

Of NPCS tryin' to take my MP3 so you couldn't tell me how much you own me

Cause I own you piece of shit.