Buckshot (Remix)

I be leavin’ haters panickin,’ and you’re more ass than a Kardashian

Rack on your head while I’m headin’ for racks, you prick, so I’m huntin’ for antlers then

Watchin’ this buck drop, call it a buckshot, like I’m grabbin’ the Jack and gin

You better check your balance then, I know you prayin’ that yo herd’ll come dashin’ in

Try to handle it and you’re spinnin,’ you ain’t gettin’ up the ladder, bitch

Better grab the rim, cause like walking to vs. from the bar, the difference is staggerin’

This ain’t Times Square, inject some spyware and you might be denied air

And you ain’t currently grounded, without a doubt got some spiked hair

Call it horsepower, you a light mare tryna act stable, but you’re quite scared

And saddled with panic, so you can label us monsters, cause we in your nightmares

So they blast and chant, and act like they’re summoning the rain then

Creeping on the rawest shit, outcomes of ties with misarrangement

You getting bent off your hand-me-down supply, like collapsing gravitation

Cause if I’m Vader, ain’t no bonus to clutch the saber, still setting fire on pages

What’s the center of the problems, cause we all know you’re a bum in the paint

Throwing punches cause he’s upset none of his dumb shit gets praise

Y’all plummeting lames, keep the bar so down I gotta duck to escape

They talking shit, I don’t think y’all’s ass baby’s exactly the son of the saint

Watch them get cucked, think they drifting above till we burning their ego

And they burst, cause not only am I hurting them, I’m also hurting their credo

No chance testing the Glock, look, we don’t witness yo ass switch

When you lack sense, and lack cents, if you can’t sense it out then you lack scents

Haters known for the cap, my shit is totally facts, these rats belong in their own habitat

Like I got mobily tracked, cause I be getting bugged, so they’re known as the hacks

They moan and get clapped, I know when it comes to the opps your 2nd home is their lap

Now you getting blown off the map, turn they asses into ghosts like it’s Snap-

-Chat, closin’ in on us, but I’m ahead like cabbage, because I have the advantage and I’m doing damage

You know I managed, and I’m not tap usin’ em cause I ain’t on some tramp shit

Boutta ravage, I got the package, I insert the meat in your mom’s buns like a sandwich

So get in the van then, cause it’s my lane, they marveling like Stan did

Try to take away our nice wins and we gon fly in like yo prick in a wide bitch

Who said she only got guidance on how to deal with a 2.5 inch that didn’t have any height in

They defy and try to riot, but I’m a beast and they’re more like Kris Tyson

And people with 21 IQ who are dummies just like you shouldn’t talk without a license

I’m leadin’ y’all out of Egypt cause I’m Moses, they destroyed all our work though since

Satan is their focus, evil is their motive and impressin’ the Devil’s what their goal is

But they didn’t know I have a bonus, and said oh shit, like their diarrhea’s explosive

Opps don’t have any talent so they have to imagine, their lies are rampant

Yeah, I have a way, you have no pay and you’re gay, okay?

Opps lookin’ like they wanna play, well they get the chance since they go to daycare every day

Hey, I know those aren’t real Js, you better do what I say or get hit with a ray

I cause dismay and I flay, slugs are what I spray, and bullshit’s what they